"By my honor, friend, answered Zarathustra, there is nothing of which you speak. There is no devil and no hell. Your soul will be more quickly dead than your body: fear no more!"
The man looked mistrustful. "If you speak the truth, he then said, I lose nothing when I lose my life. I am not much more than an animal, that one has taught to dance, by blows and small wounds."
"Not so, said Zarathustra, you have made danger your profession, that is nothing to scorn. Now you go to ground for your profession; for that I will bury you with my own hands."
As Zarathustra said this, the dying man answered no more, but he waved his hand, as though he sought the hand of Zarathustra to thank him.
Nietzsche from Thus Spoke Zarathustra
"I have given myself the pleasure of sunrises blooming out of oceans, and sunsets drenching heaped-up clouds. I have walked in storms with a crown of clouds about my head and the zig zag lightning playing through my fingers. The gods of the upper air have uncovered their faces to my eyes. I have made friends with trees and vales. I have found out that my real home is in the water, that the earth is only my step-mother. My old man, the Sun, sired me out of the sea."
Zora Neale Hurston
"Our lives begin to end the day we are silent about things that matter"