Stupidity In A Woman Is Unfeminine.

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?

Do You Want To Have An Easy Life? Then Always Stay With The Herd And Lose Yourself In The Herd.

Man Makes God In His Own Image.

Men Use A New Lesson Or Experience Later On As A Ploughshare Or Perhaps Also As A Weapon; Women At Once Make It Into An Ornament.

Unconsciously We Seek The Principles And Opinions Which Are Suited To Our Temperament, So That At Last It Seems As If These Principles And Opinions Had Formed Our Character And Given It Support And Stability.