The man consummatig his life dies his death triumphantly, surrounded by men filled with hope and making solmn vows, thus one should learn to die.Friedrich Nietzsche - thus spoke zarathustra.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

And if your friend does evil to you, say to him, ''I forgive you for what you did to me, but how can I forgive you for what you did to yourself?

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.

No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.

You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down because I am exalted.

Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.

You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this- although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'.

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

It is the evening that questions thus from within me.

Helena, like many women who ruled their own lives, adored being told what to do when there was no obligation to follow the advice given.

We made one film called Thy Neighbor's Wife in which I got flogged at the public whipping post for adultery. I did my best acting in that film, I guess.

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops? If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

It's all about bucks, kid. The rest is conversation.

If you want to be happy in life, consider yourself a student. Every day of your life, think: how can I improve?

Forget bad deeds, even the good we do are full of mistakes.

Hares can gambol over the body of a dead lion.

I never played with a runner in my entire life, even in schools, because only I know where the ball is going and how hard, when I hit the ball, something my runner will never know about.

In the Church, when we talk about 'the world', we often create an us and them situation and end up planting the seeds of all that we feel wrong with the world in the soil of our own backyard.

Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.