Friedrich Nietzsche
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. 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?
More quotes and aphorisms
The great and almost only comfort about being...Knowledge is love and light and vision...In war the heroes always outnumber the soldiers...The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat...One must still have chaos in oneself to be able...They always say time changes things...
Loading ...