God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.

The doer alone learneth.

I admire the courage and wisdom of Socrates in everything he did, said--and did not say.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

Noble and wise men once believed in the music of the spheres: noble and wise men still continue to believe in the "moral significance of existence." But one day even this sphere-music will no longer be audible to them! They will wake up and take note that their ears were dreaming.