Quotes

I cook every chance in my pot. And only when it is cooked through do I welcome it as my food.

It takes more courage to make an end than to make a new verse: all physicians and poets know that.

My wisdom has long accumulated like a cloud, it becomes stiller and darker. So does all wisdom which shall one day bear lightnings.

That time does not run backward, that is its wrath; "That which was"--that is the name of the stone it cannot roll.

Only where there are graves are there resurrections.

The worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests.

God too has his hell: it is his love of man.

Surrounded by the flames of jealousy, the jealous one winds up, like the scorpion, turning the poisoned sting against himself.

Beauty's voice speaks gently: it creeps only into the most awakened souls.

Of all that is written I love only what a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will find that blood is spirit.

Many brief follies--that is what you call love. And your marriage puts an end to many brief follies, with a single long stupidity.

One repays a teacher badly if one remains always only a student.

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Übermensch--a rope over an abyss.

God is a thought which makes crooked all that is straight.

In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.

Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.

Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy.

Man is something to be surpassed.

At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.

Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature -- is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.