The final reward of the dead - to die no more

It is doubtful whether anyone who has travelled widely has found anywhere in the world regions more ugly than in the human face.

One never perishes through anybody but oneself.

It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right --especially when one is right.

What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.

I might believe in the Redeemer if his followers looked more redeemed.

Thus do I want man and woman to be: the one fit to wage war and the other fit to give birth, but both fit to dance with head and feet.