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

Whoever regards human beings as a herd and flees them as swiftly as he can will no doubt be overtaken by them and impaled on theirhorns.

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

For our self respect depends upon our ability to make requital, for good or for evil.

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

And you tell me, friends, that there is no disputing taste and tasting? But all life is a dispute over taste and tasting!

Indeed, at hearing the news that 'the old god is dead', we philosophers and 'free spirits' feel illuminated by a new dawn; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, forebodings, expectation - finally the horizon seems clear again, even if not bright; finally our ships may set out again, set out to face any danger; every daring of the lover of knowledge is allowed again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; maybe there has never been such an 'open sea'.