Quotes from Friedrich Nietzsche

God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

Around the hero everything turns into a tragedy, around the demigod, a satyr-play, and around God--what? perhaps a "world"?

Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.

There is in general good reason to suppose that in several respects the gods could all benefit from instruction by us human beings. We humans are - more humane.

Your god is dead and only the ignorant weep. And if you claim there is a hell, then we shall meet there!

I should not believe in a God who does not dance.

One is most dishonest to one's god: he is not allowed to sin.

I desire that your conjectures should not reach beyond your creative will. Could you create a god? Then do not speak to me of any gods.

The advent of the Christian God, as the maximum god attained so far, was therefore accompanied by the maximum feeling of guilty indebtedness on earth.

We should be a mirror of being: we are God in miniature.

It was a subtle refinement of God to learn Greek when he wished to write a book – and that he did not learn it better.

Away from God and gods did this will lure me: what would there be to create if gods existed?

The most serious parody I have ever heard was this: In the beginning was nonsense, and the nonsense was with God, and the nonsense was God.

A nation that still believes in itself holds fast to its own god.

Almost two thousand years, and no new god!

If there were gods, how could I endure not to be a god? Therefore there are no gods.

Whoever no longer finds greatness in God no longer finds it anywhere--he must either deny it or create it.

When gods die, they always die many sorts of death.

We are most unfair to God; we do not allow Him to sin.

Reason" in language - oh, what an old deceptive female she is! I am afraid we are not rid of God because we still have faith in grammar.

God is a too palpably clumsy answer; an answer which shows a lack of delicacy towards us thinkers-fundamentally, even a crude prohibition to us: you shall not think!

There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.

At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.

But let me open up my heart to you completely, my friends: if there were gods, how could I bear not being a god! Hence, there areno gods. I drew this conclusion, to be sure--but now it draws me.