The person lives most beautifully who does not reflect upon existence

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.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.

A thing can only live through a pious illusion.

Only ideas won by walking have any value.

Forgetting: that is a divine capacity. And whoever aspires to the heights and wants to fly must cast off much that is heavy and make himself light--I call it a divine capacity for lightness.