“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?” God is dead? God is Dead? Who said so? I am not dead!!!!….
“Is man one of God’s blunders? Or is God one of man’s blunders?”
“If a woman possesses manly virtues one should run away from her; and if she does not possess them she runs away from herself. ”
“A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.”
“Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. ”
“In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.”
“I love those who do not know how to live for today.”