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!"

Youth is an unpleasant period; for then it is not possible or not prudent to be productive in any sense whatsoever.

You must be born for your physician, otherwise you are bound to perish because of your physician.

One must separate from anything that forces one to repeat No again and again.

For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks.

Enjoyment and innocence are the most bashful things: both do not want to be sought.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.