We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.
Animals know nothing of themselves, and they also know nothing of the world.
Men are cowards when it comes to the "eternally feminine": and the little women know it.
He who has attained intellectual emancipation to any extent cannot, for a long time, regard himself otherwise than as a wanderer on the face of the earth and not even as a traveller towards a final goal, for there is no such thing.
Everything matters. Nothing's important.
Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman — a rope over an abyss.