The followers of a great man often put their eyes out, so that they may be the better able to sing his praise.
Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?
I am not a human being, I am dynamite.
At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.
My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.
Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.