God is dead, but considering the state the species man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.

If you want me to believe in your redeemer, you are going to have to look a lot more redeemed.

The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

Whoever knows he is deep tries to be clear, but whoever wants to seem deep to the crowd tries to be obscure. For the crowd supposes that anything it cannot see to the bottom must be deep: it is so timid and goes so unwillingly into the water.

But thought is one thing, the deed is another, and the image of the deed still another: the wheel of causality does not roll between them.

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth... Through words and concepts we shall never reach beyond the wall off relations, to some sort of fabulous primal ground of things.