It is not in how one soul approaches another but in how it withdraws that I knowr its affinity and solidarity with the other.

All philosophy is a form of confession.

Something might be true while being harmful and dangerous in the highest degree. Indeed, it might be a basic characteristic of existence that those who know it completely would perish, in which case the strength of a spirit should be measured according to how much of the 'truth' one could still barely endure- or to put it more clearly, to what degree one would require it to be thinned down, shrouded, sweetened, blunted, falsified.

The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously.

From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one: gold doth it then pour into the sea, out of inexhaustible riches, -So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars! For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it. - Like the sun will also Zarathustra go down: now sitteth he here and waiteth, old broken tables around him, and also new tables half-written.

Our crime against criminals lies in the fact that we treat them like rascals.

Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?