God has died and His death was the life of the world.

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

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

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

There is no other god but life. Life is the only holy thing. And when that goes that is the death of God.

Play on, mortal. Every god falls at a mortal’s hands. Such is the only end to immortality.

Death is the inventor of God.

God is indeed dead.
He died of self-horror
when He saw the creature He had made
in His own image.

God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder the source of which is beyond all reason.

God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.

Death is the only god that comes when you call.

There are gods, but there is no God; and all gods become devils eventually.

That the gods die from time to time is due to man’s sudden discovery that they do not mean anything, that they are made by human hands, useless idols of wood and stone.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.