The last Christian died on a cross.

Even the bravest only rarely have courage for what they really know.

In order for once to get a glimpse of our European morality from a distance, in order to compare it with other earlier or future moralities, one must do as the traveller who wants to know the height of the towers of a city: he leaves the city.

What we call truths are just those errors that we cannot give up.

Something might be true while being harmful and dangerous in the highest degree. Indeed, it might be a basic characteristic of existence that those who know it completely would perish, in which case the strength of a spirit should be measured according to how much of the 'truth' one could still barely endure- or to put it more clearly, to what degree one would require it to be thinned down, shrouded, sweetened, blunted, falsified.

A woman's pity, which is talkative, carries the sick person's bed to the public marketplace.

Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.