I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

The people we have employed in an undertaking that has turned out badly should be doubly rewarded.

Yet for all that, there is nothing in me of a founder of a religion--religions are affairs of the rabble; I find it necessary to wash my hands after I have come into contact with religious people.

Thou seekest disciples? Then thou seekest ciphers.

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'.

Life is that which must overcome itself again and again