We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.

Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall your eye show to me: free for what?

Man, full of emptiness and torn apart with homesickness for the desert has had to create from within himself an adventure, a torture-chamber, an unsafe and hazardous wilderness- this fool, this prisoner consumed with longing and despair, became the inventor of 'bad conscience'.

Yet tell me, my brothers: if a goal for humanity is still lacking, is there not still lacking--humanity itself?

Every extension of knowledge arises from making the conscious the unconscious.

It is not in our hands to prevent our birth; but we can correct this mistake - for in some cases it is a mistake.

Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard.