You cannot learn to fly by flying. First you must learn to walk, to run, to climb, to dance.

Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks -- those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest.

Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"

Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.

It is an end with priests and gods, if man becomes scientific. Moral: science is the thing forbidden in itself - it alone is forbidden. Science is the first sin, the germ of all sin, original sin. This alones is mortality: Thou shalt not know.

Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.

What good is a book that does not even transport us beyond all books?