Is man God's biggest blunder, or is man's God?
The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.
An important species of pleasure, and therewith the source of morality, arises out of habit.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
If you know the why, you can live any how.
Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman — a rope over an abyss.