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

Great things demand that we either remain silent about them or speak in a great manner: in a great manner, that is-cynically and with innocence.

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

One does not want to be deceived, under the supposition that it is injurious, dangerous, or fatal to be deceived.

The familiarity of superiors embitters one, because it may not be returned.

To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas! how have I still - inclination? Have I-still a goal? A haven towards which MY sail is set?A good wind? Ah, he only who knoweth WHITHER he saileth, knoweth what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.What still remaineth to me? A heart weary and flippant; and unstable will; fluttering wings; a broken backbone.This seeking for MY home: O Zarathustra, dost thou know that this seeking hath been MY home-sickening; it eateth me up.

This sign I give you: every people speaks its tongue of good and evil, which the neighbor does not understand. It has invented its own language of customs and rights.