Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young──now you are even younger.

It is not your sin - it is your moderation that cries to heaven; your very sparingness in sin cries to heaven!

Was mich nicht zugrunde richtet, macht mich starker.

I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies-- and thus become silent.

Away from God and gods did this will lure me: what would there be to create if gods existed?

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

God is Dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we - we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.