A man far oftener appears to have a decided character from persistently following his temperament than from persistently following his principles.

Many deeds are done so as to forget another deed: there are also opiate activities. I exist so that another will be forgotten.

A good seat on a horse steals away your opponent's courage and your onlooker's heart-what reason is there to attack? Sit like one who has conquered?

How did reason come into the world? As is fitting, in an irrational manner, by accident. One will have to guess at it as at a riddle.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

To think historically is almost the same thing now as if in all ages history had been made according to theory.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?