God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.
It is I, the ungodly Zarathustra, who says:Who is more ungodly than I, that I may rejoice in his teaching?
From people who merely pray we must become people who bless.
Tolerance is a proof of distrust in one's own ideals.
But thought is one thing, the deed is another, and the image of the deed still another: the wheel of causality does not roll between them.
The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.