From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one: gold doth it then pour into the sea, out of inexhaustible riches, -So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars! For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it. - Like the sun will also Zarathustra go down: now sitteth he here and waiteth, old broken tables around him, and also new tables half-written.

Sometimes it is harder to accede to a thing than it is to see its truth.

For out of fear and need each religion is born, creeping into existence on the byways or reason.

The overman...Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.

In the end one only experiences oneself.

Sometimes we remain true to a cause simply because its opponents are unfailingly tasteless.

Unexplained, obscure matters are regarded as more important than explained, clear ones.