They would have to sing better songs for me to learn to have faith in their Redeemer; and his disciples would have to look more redeemed!

What if God were not exactly truth, and if this could be proved? And if he were instead the vanity, the desire for power, the ambitions, the fear, and the enraptured and terrified folly of mankind?

And many such good inventions are there, that they are like woman's breasts: useful at the same time, and pleasant.

When virtue has slept it will arise more vigorous.

Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall your eye show to me: free for what?

The most unendurable thing, to be sure, the really terrible thing, would be a life without habits, a life which continually required improvisation.

Reality is captured in the categorical nets of Language only at the expense of fatal distortion.