Is man God's biggest blunder, or is man's God?

To become wise you have to want to experience certain experiences, and so to run into their open jaws. This is very dangerous, tobe sure; many a "wise man" has been eaten up in doing so.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

A vocation is the backbone of life.

Without music, life would be an error. The German imagines even God singing songs

'He who seeks may easily get lost himself. It is a crime to go apart and be alone.' Thus speaks the herd.

What good is a book that does not even transport us beyond all books?