He who cannot command himself should obey. And many can command themselves, but much is still lacking before they can obey themselves.

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

Intoxicating joy is it for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, did the world once seem to me.

To be moral, correct, and virtuous is to be obedient to an old established law and custom.

God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.

Convictions are prisons.

We have no organ at all for knowledge, for truth: we know (or believe or imagine) precisely as much as may be useful in the interest of the human herd, the species: and even what is here called usefulness is in the end only a belief, something imagined and perhaps precisely that most fatal piece of stupidity by which we shall one day perish.