To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas! how have I still - inclination? Have I-still a goal? A haven towards which MY sail is set?A good wind? Ah, he only who knoweth WHITHER he saileth, knoweth what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.What still remaineth to me? A heart weary and flippant; and unstable will; fluttering wings; a broken backbone.This seeking for MY home: O Zarathustra, dost thou know that this seeking hath been MY home-sickening; it eateth me up.
Friedrich NietzscheWe forget our guilt when we have confessed it to another, but the other does not usually forget it.
Friedrich NietzscheIt is however a disgrace to pray! Not for all, but for you, and me, and whoever has his a conscience.
Friedrich Nietzsche