Beyond Good And Evil, Aphorism 153

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.

Priests ... These Turkey-cocks Of God.

Every Past Is Worth Condemning.

Whoever Turns Away From Us Might Not Offend Us In Doing So Perhaps, But He Certainly Offends Our Followers.

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.