The higher culture an individual attains, the less field there is left for mockery and scorn.

The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime movement, a sacred Yes.

It is however a disgrace to pray! Not for all, but for you, and me, and whoever has his a conscience.

What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force.

I am opposed to socialism because it dreams ingenuously of good, truth, beauty, and equal rights.

Once blasphemy again God was the greatest blasphemy; but God died, and thereupon those blasphemers died too.

Reality is captured in the categorical nets of Language only at the expense of fatal distortion.