The universe without music would be madness.
When I contemplated purpose I also contemplated chance and foolishness.
When Zarathustra was alone . . . he said to his heart: "Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that God is dead!"
I will believe in the Redeemer when the Christians look a little more redeemed.
Success has always been a great liar.
The most common lie is that which one lies to himself; lying to others is relatively an exception.