Robinson had a servant even better than Friday: His name was Crusoe.

I am one thing, my writings are another.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what there is to love in man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.

The doer is merely a fiction added to the deed ? the deed is everything.

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.

Willing sets you free: that is the true doctrine of will and freedom--thus Zarathustra instructs you.

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.