Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

“God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.”

“One must not let oneself be misled: they say 'Judge not!' but they send to Hell…”

“All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to …”

“Whoever extolleth him as a God of love, doth not think highly enough of love it…”