God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

In compassionate men, severity is a virtue.

Yes, life is a woman!

Those are my enemies: they want to overthrow and to construct nothing themselves. They say: "All that is worthless"--and want to create no value themselves.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.

The less men are fettered by tradition, the greater becomes the inward activity of their motives, and greater again in proportion to their outer restlessness.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.