When One Thinks Profusely And Cleverly, Not

I Mistrust All Systematizers And Avoid Them. The Will To A System Is A Lack Of Integrity.

I Am A Prelude To Better Players, O My Brothers! An Example! Follow My Example!

The Noble Soul Reveres Itself

Some Die Too Young, Some Die Too Old; The Precept Sounds Strange, But Die At The Right Age.

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?