What really makes one indignant about suffering isn't the thing itself but the senselessness of it.

You have not yet suffered enough! For you suffer only from yourselves, you have not yet suffered from man.

It is I, the ungodly Zarathustra, who says:Who is more ungodly than I, that I may rejoice in his teaching?

Our shortcomings are the eyes with which we see the ideal.

You implanted your highest goal into the heart of those passions: then they became your virtues and joys.

What saved me then? Nothing but pregnancy. And each time after I had given birth to my work my life hung suspended by a thin thread.

The first opinion that occurs to us when we are suddenly asked about something is usually not our own but only the current one pertaining to our class, position, or parentage; our own opinions seldom swim on the surface.