We set no special value on the possession of a virtue until we percieve that it is entirely lacking in our adversary.

Life, and you, and I, and all of us together became for a while interesing to ourselves once more.

I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.

You call yourself free? I want to hear your ruling thought and not that you have escaped a yoke. Are you such a one as was permitted to escape a yoke? There are some who threw away their ultimate worth when they threw away their servitude. Free from what? What is that to Zarathustra! But your eyes should announce to me brightly: free for what?

Truth is only an illusion we have forgotten is an illusion.

There are few pains so grievous as to have seen, divined, or experienced how an exceptional man has missed his way and deteriorated

Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.