Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

I have not the capability to give you my loyalty, nor do I have the vanity to appear as if I did.

Do you believe then that the sciences would ever have arisen and become great if there had not before hand been magicians, alchemists, astrologers and wizards, who thirsted and hungered after abscondite and forbidden powers?

The living is a species of the dead; and not a very attractive one.

The child as a monument to the passion of two people; the will to oneness in two.

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Fathers have a lot to do to make up for having sons.