Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman - a rope over an abyss. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under.

Error has made animals into men; is truth in a position to make men into animals again?

Everything which distinguishes man from the animals depends upon this ability to volatilize perceptual metaphors in a schema, and thus to dissolve an image into a concept.

Nature appears to have been the cruel stepmother rather than the mother of many animals.

Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.