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They speak in favor of life, these poisonous spiders, even though they are sitting in their holes and have turned against life, because they want to do harm. They want to harm those who hold power today, for among them the sermon on death is still most at home. If it were otherwise, then the tarantulas would teach othe...
Oh, before I would learn to believe in your 'truthfulness' you would first have to break your revering will. Truthful - thus I call the one who goes into godless deserts and has broken his revering heart. In the yellow sand and burned by the sun he may squint thirstily at islands rich with springs, where living things ...
You know only the spark of the spirit, but you do not see the anvil that it is, nor the cruelty of its hammer! Thus Spoke Zarathustra But I live in my own light, I drink back into myself the flames that break out of me. Idonot the know the happiness of receiving; and often I dreamed that stealing must be more blessed t...
Ohitis you only, you dark ones, you nocturnal ones, who create warmth out of that which shines! Oh it is you only who drink milk and refreshment from the udders of light!
Alas, ice surrounds me, my hand burns itself on iciness! Alas, there is, Second Part = . thirst in me that yearns for your thirst!, Second Part = . It is night: alas that I must be light! And thirst for the nocturnal! And, Second Part = . It is night: now my longing breaks out of me like a well - I long to, Second Part...
Adanceandamockingsongtothespiritofgravity,mysupremehighest and most powerful devil, of whom it is said that he is 'the ruler of the world.' ' - Andthisis the song that Zarathustra sang as Cupid and the girls danced together. Into your eye I gazed recently, oh life! And then into the unfathomable I seemed to sink. But y...
She is fickle and stubborn; often I saw her bite her lip and comb her, Second Part = . hair against the grain., Second Part = . Perhaps she is evil and false, and in all things a female; but when she, Second Part = . speaks ill of herself, precisely then she seduces the most.', Second Part = . When I had said this to l...
still: tell me, for whom did such rosy, Second Part = . apples fall from the tree as for me?, Second Part = Thus Spoke Zarathustra I am still the heir and earth of your love, blossoming in remembrance of you with colorful, wild-growing virtues, oh you most beloved! Indeed, we were made to stay close to each other, you ...
But then you enemies stole my nights and sold them into sleepless agony; alas, where now has my gay wisdom fled? Once I yearned for happy signs from birds; then you led an owl abomination across my path, a repulsive one. Alas, where then did my tender yearning flee?
Once I pledged to renounce all nausea; then you transformed those near and nearest me into boils of pus. Alas, where then did my noblest pledge flee? As a blind man I once walked blessed paths; then you tossed filth onto the path of the blind man, and now he is repulsed by the old blind man's footpath. And when I did w...
In you what is unredeemed of my youth lives on; and as life and youth you sit here hoping upon greying ruins of graves. Yes, to me you are still the shatterer of all graves: Hail to you, my will! And only where there are graves are there resurrections. - Thus sang Zarathustra. -
'Will to truth' you call that which drives you and makes you lustful, you wisest ones? Will to thinkability of all being, that's what I call your will! You first want to make all being thinkable, because you doubt, with proper suspicion, whether it is even thinkable. But for you it shall behave and bend! Thus your will...
And this is the second thing that I heard: the one who cannot obey himself is commanded. Such is the nature of the living. This however is the third thing that I heard: that commanding is harder than obeying. And not only that the commander bears the burden of all obeyers, and that this burden easily crushes him: - In ...
Whatever I may create and however I may love it - soon I must oppose it and my love, thus my will wants it. And even you, seeker of knowledge, are only a path and footstep of my will; indeed, my will to power follows also on the heels of your will to truth! Indeed, the one who shot at truth with the words 'will to exis...
The bottom of my sea is calm - who would guess that it conceals playful monsters?
He must also unlearn his hero's will; he shall be elevated, not merely sublime - the ether itself shall elevate him, the will-less one! He subdued monsters, he solved riddles, but he should also solve his own monsters and riddles; he should transform them into heavenly children. As of yet his knowledge has not learned ...
Too far into the future did I fly; dread fell upon me. And when I looked around, behold! Then time was my only contemporary. Then I fled backward, homeward - with ever greater haste. Thus I came to you, you of the present, and into the land of education. For the first time I brought along eyes for you, and a strong des...
Thus Spoke Zarathustra If one were to pull away veil and wrap and color and gesture from you, there would be just enough left over to scare away the crows. Indeed, I myself am the scared crow who once saw you naked and without color; and I flew away when the skeleton beckoned amorously. Iwouldrather be a day laborer in...
Thus Spoke Zarathustra 'For me what is highest' - thus speaks your lying spirit to itself 'would be to look upon life without desire and not like a dog with its tongue hanging out: To be content in viewing, with dead will, without the grasp and greed of selfishness - cold and ashen grey in my whole body, but with drunk...
Dare for once to believe yourselves - yourselves and your entrails!, Second Part = . Whoever cannot believe himself always lies. Agod's mask you don before yourselves, you 'pure ones.' Into a god's, Second Part = . mask your horrid worm has crawled., Second Part = . Indeed, you deceive, you 'contemplative ones!' Zarath...
= . I like to lie here where the children play, by the crumbling wall, beneath, Second Part = . thistles and red poppies., Second Part = . poppies. They are innocent, even in their spite., Second Part = . But to the sheep I am no longer a scholar, thus my fate wants it - blessed, Second Part = . be it!, Second Part = T...
Theyaregoodatspying on, and are not the best at trusting one another. Inventive in petty cleverness they lie in wait for those whose knowledge walks on lame feet - they lie in wait like spiders. I have always seen them prepare poison with caution, and always they donned gloves of glass for their fingers. And they also ...
And they are just light enough for these chairs - all these gods and overmen! This chapter takes issue with Goethe and elevates him to the status of supreme poet, but it simultaneously decries the poetic fictions that throughout history sometimes pose as truth. 'The eternal feminine' refers to the conclusion of Faust ,...
What does he care of beauty and sea and peacock's finery? This parable I say to the poets. Truly, their spirit itself is this peacock of peacocks and a sea of vanity! The spirit of the poet wants spectators: even if they have to be buffaloes! - But I became weary of this spirit, and I foresee that it will become weary ...
There is an island in the sea - not far from the blessed isles of Zarathustra -onwhich a fiery mountain smokes continually; the people say of it, and especially the little old women among the people say of it, that it was placed like a huge boulder before the gate to the underworld: but through the fiery mountain itsel...
'Just look!' said the old helmsman, 'there goes Zarathustra off to hell!' - Around the same time that these sailors landed on the fiery island the rumor was circulating that Zarathustra had disappeared; and when people asked his friends, they related how he had departed by ship at night, without saying where he would b...
The 'fire hound' ( Feuerhund )isNietzsche's invention, an unflattering portrait of a fire-breathing, revolutionary spirit of the kind who believes in and foments 'great events' of a political nature. The rabble apparently believe in the existence of this fire hound, and are impressed by its hellish noise. Thus Spoke Za...
For it wants absolutely to be the most important animal on earth, this state; and people believe it, too.' - When I finished saying this the fire hound behaved as though out of his mind with envy. 'What?' it shouted, 'the most important animal on earth? And they believe it too?' And then so much steam and so many horri...
Grieving thus in his heart Zarathustra walked about; and for three days he took no drink and no food, had no rest and lost his speech. At last it came to pass that he fell into a deep sleep. But his disciplines sat around him on long night watches and they waited anxiously for him to wake and speak again, and recover f...
Thenaroaring wind tore its wings apart; whistling, shrilling and whipping it threw down a black coffin before me: And amidst the roaring and whistling and shrilling the coffin burst open and spewed forth thousandfold laughter. And it laughed and mocked and roared against me from a thousand grimacesofchildren,angels,owl...
'Your life itself interprets this dream for us, oh Zarathustra! Are you yourself not the wind with its shrill whistling, that tears open the gates of the fortresses of death? Are you yourself not the coffin full of colorful sarcasms and the angelic grimaces of life? Indeed,likethousandfoldchildren'slaughterZarathustrac...
Thus spoke Zarathustra. Then, however, he gazed long into the face of the disciple who had served as the dream interpreter, and he shook his head. - Second Part
As Zarathustra crossed over the great bridge one day, the cripples and the beggars surrounded him and a hunchback spoke thus to him: 'Behold, Zarathustra! The people too learn from you and are gaining faith in your teaching; but in order to believe you completely, they need one more thing - you must first persuade us c...
And as I came out of my solitude and crossed over this bridge the first time, then I didn't believe my eyes and I looked and I looked again and said at last: 'That is an ear! An ear as big as a person!' And I looked more closely, and really, beneath the ear something was moving that was pitifully small and pathetic and...
a genius. But I have never believed the people when they speak of great human beings - and I maintained my belief that it was an inverse cripple who had too little of everything and too much of one thing.' When Zarathustra had spoken thus to the hunchback and to those for whomhehad served as mouthpiece and advocate, he...
Will - thus the liberator and joy bringer is called; thus I taught you, my friends! And now learn this in addition: the will itself is still a prisoner. Willing liberates, but what is that called, which claps even the liberator in chains? Second Part 'It was': thus is called the will's gnashing of teeth and loneliest m...
'All things are ordained ethically according to justice and punishment. Alas,whereisredemptionfromthefluxofthingsandfromthepunishment called existence?' Thus preached madness. Thus Spoke Zarathustra 'Can there be redemption, if there is eternal justice? Alas, the stone 'it was' is unmoveable; all punishments too must b...
'Good,' said the hunchback, 'and with pupils one may tell tales out of school. But why does Zarathustra speak otherwise to his pupils - than to himself?' -
On Human Prudence, 1 = On Human Prudence. Not the height: the precipice is what is terrible! The precipice, where one's gaze plunges downward, 1 = . and one's hand grasps upward . There the heart is dizzy from its double will., 1 = . Oh my friends, can you guess even my heart's double will?, 1 = . my, 1 = . This, this ...
I found all vain people to be good actors; they play and want to be, 1 = . spectacular - all their spirit is focused in this willing. They perform themselves, they invent themselves; in their proximity, 1 = . I love to be a spectator of life - it heals me of my melancholy. Therefore I spare the vain, because they are p...
And thus they spoke to me: 'You have forgotten the way, and now you are forgetting how to walk too!'' Then it spoke to me again without voice: 'What does their mockery matter! You are one who has forgotten how to obey; now you shall command! Do you not know who is needed most by everyone? The one who commands great thi...
You look upward when you long for elevation. And I look down because I am elevated. Who among you can laugh and be elevated at the same time? Whoever climbs the highest mountain laughs at all tragic plays and tragic realities. Zarathustra , 'On Reading and Writing,' ( , p. ).
It was around midnight that Zarathustra started his route over the ridge of the island, in order to arrive at the other coast by early morning; for there he intended to board a ship. At that location there was safe harborage where even foreign ships liked to anchor; these would take the occasional passenger who wanted ...
Whoever has always spared himself much gets sick in the end from so much coddling. Praised be whatever makes hard! I do not praise the land where butter and honey flow! It is necessary to look away from oneself in order to see much : this hardness is needed by every mountain climber. But whoever is importunate with his...
To you, bold searchers, researchers, and whoever put to terrible seas with cunning sails - to you, the riddle-drunk, the twilight-happy whose souls are lured by flutes to every maelstrom: -because you do not want to probe along a thread with cowardly hands; and because where you can guess , there you hate to deduce - t...
Euch, den k uhnen Suchern, Versuchern . . . When the prefix veris added to suchen , to seek or to search, the verb is modified to mean try, attempt, but also tempt, so that the noun Versucher means both one who attempts and one who tempts. The noun der Versuch , meanwhile, means both attempt and experiment. Nietzsche f...
- then I heard a dog howl like this. And I saw it too, bristling, its head up, trembling in the stillest midnight when even dogs believe in ghosts: -sothat I felt pity. For the full moon had passed over the house, silent as death, and it had just stopped, a round smolder - stopped on the flat roof just as if on a stran...
With such riddles and bitterness in his heart Zarathustra traveled across the sea. But when he was four days removed from the blessed isles and Thus Spoke Zarathustra from his friends, he had overcome all of his pain: triumphant and with firm footing he stood once again upon his destiny. And then Zarathustra spoke thus...
When I have once overcome that challenge, then I want to overcome one still greater; and a triumph shall be the seal of my completion! - Meanwhile I still drift on uncertain seas; accident flatters me with its smooth tongue, and though I look forward and backward, I still see no end. As yet the hour of my final struggl...
Oh sky above me, you pure, you deep one! You abyss of light! Gazing at you I shudder with godlike desires. To hurl myself into your height - that is my depth! To hide myself in your purity - that is my innocence. The god is veiled by his beauty; thus you conceal your stars. You do not speak; thus you make your wisdom k...
Oh sky above me, you pure, you exalted one! This your purity is to me now, that there is no eternal spider and spider web of reason: - that you are my dance floor for divine accident, that you are my gods' table for divine dice throws and dice players! - But you blush? Did I speak the unspeakable? Did I blaspheme when ...
The world is deep - and deeper than the day has ever grasped. Not everything may be permitted to speak before day. But the day is coming, and so let us part now! Oh sky above me, you bashful, you glowing one! Oh you my happiness before sunrise! The day is coming, and so let us part now! - Thus spoke Zarathustra.
When Zarathustra was on dry land again he did not go directly to his mountains and his cave, but instead took many ways and asked many questions and found out about this and that, saying of himself jokingly: 'Look at the river that flows back to its source in many windings!' For he wanted to learn what had transpired i...
They make noise among themselves: 'What does this dark cloud want with us? Let's see to it that it does not bring us a plague!' And recently a woman snatched her child to herself, who wanted to come to me: 'Take the children away!' she shouted. 'Such eyes singe children's souls.' They cough when I speak, they think tha...
And when I shout: 'A curse on all cowardly devils in you, who like to whine and fold their hands and worship,' then they shout: 'Zarathustra is godless.' And especially their teachers of resignation shout it - but they are precisely the ones into whose ears I like to shout: 'Yes! I am Zarathustra, the godless one!' The...
, Third Part = And even what you abstain from weaves at the web of all future. , Third Part = humanity; even your nothing is a spider web and a spider that lives off. the blood of the future., Third Part = And when you take, it's like stealing, you small-virtued ones; and even. among rogues honor, Third Part = says: 'O...
The winter, a wicked guest, sits in my house; my hands are blue from his friendly handshake. I honor him, this wicked guest, but I gladly let him sit alone. Gladly I run away from him, and if one runs well , then one can escape him! With warm feet and warm thoughts I run to where the wind is calm to the sunny spot of m...
The origin of all good things is thousandfold - all good mischievous things leap for joy into existence: so how are they supposed to do this only once? Long silence too is a good mischievous thing, and looking out of a round-eyed face like the winter sky -
, Third Part = - to be silent like the winter sky about one's sun and one's uncom-. well !, Third Part = promising solar will: indeed, this art and this winter mischief I learned. , Third Part = Myfavorite malice and art is that my silence learned not to betray itself. , Third Part = through silence.. , Third Part = Ra...
that I also glide. over warm seas like longing, heavy, sultry south winds. They still have mercy on my accidents and coincidences: but, Third Part = over warm seas like longing, heavy, sultry south winds. They still have mercy on my accidents and coincidences: but. say: 'Let accident come to me: it is innocent, like a ...
It is the wise mischief and benevolence of my soul that it does not conceal its winter and its ice storms; nor does it conceal its frostbites. One person's loneliness is the escape of the sick; another's loneliness is the escape from the sick. Let them hear mechatter and sigh from winter cold, all these wretched, leeri...
In this manner, hiking slowly through many peoples and towns, Zarathustra returned the long way to his mountains and his cave. And then, unexpectedly, he also arrived at the gate of the big city . Here, however, a foaming fool with outstretched hands leaped toward him and blocked his path. And this was the same fool wh...
Doesn't tainted and frothy, decrepit swamp blood flow in your own veins now, since you have learned to croak and lambast this way? Whydidn't you go into the woods? Or plow the earth? Isn't the sea full of green islands? I despise your despising; and if you warned me - why didn't you warn yourself? Out of love alone sha...
Alas, does everything lie wilted and grey that only recently stood green and colorful in this meadow? And how much honey of hope I carried from here to my beehives! All these young hearts have already grown old - and not even old! Only weary, common, comfortable - as they put it: 'We have become pious again.' Just rece...
Let them fly and fall, oh Zarathustra, and do not lament! Better yet blow among them with rustling wind - - blow among these leaves, oh Zarathustra, so that everything wilted runs away from you even faster! - 'We have become pious again' - so these apostates confess, and some of them are still too cowardly to confess i...
It has been over for the old gods for a long time now - and truly, they had a good cheerful gods' end! They did not 'twilight' themselves to death - that is surely a lie! Instead, they just one day up and laughed themselves to death! This happened when the most godless words were uttered by a god himself - the words: '...
Ohsolitude! Oh you my home solitude! I lived wild too long in wild foreign lands to not return to you with tears! Nowgoahead and threaten me with your finger, like mothers threaten; now smile at me, like mothers smile; now say to me: 'And who was it that once stormed out on me like a storm wind? - - who called out in l...
- when it made you sorry for all your waiting and silence and discouraged your cautious courage: that was forsaken!' - Oh solitude! You my home solitude! How blissfully and tenderly your voice speaks to me! We do not implore one another, we do not deplore one another, we walk openly with one another through open doors....
In sparing and pitying my greatest danger always lay; and all human nature wants to be spared and pitied. Withconcealed truths, with a fool's hand and a fooled, infatuated heart, rich in pity's petty lies - this is how I lived among human beings. Disguised I sat among them, ready to misjudge myself in order to stand th...
He that taught to bless here also taught to curse: what are the three best-cursed things in the world? These I want to place on the scale. Sex, lust to rule, selfishness : these three have been cursed best and slandered and lied about most so far - these three I want to weigh humanly well. Well then! Here is my foothil...
It holds shy mistrust in low esteem, and everyone who wants oaths instead of gazes and hands; and all wisdom that is all too mistrustful because this is the way of cowardly souls. Even lower it esteems those quick to please, the dog-like who lie on their backs right away, the humble; and there is wisdom too that is hum...
And truly, this is not a command for today and tomorrow, this learning to love oneself. Instead, of all arts this is the most subtle, cunning, ultimate and most patient. For one's own, you see, all one's own is well hidden; and of all buried treasures, one's own is the latest to be dug up - this is the spirit of gravit...
And I never liked asking the way - that always offended my taste! I preferred to question and try the ways myself. All my coming and going was a trying and questioning - and truly, one must also learn to answer such questioning! That, however - is my taste: - not good, not bad, but my taste, of which I am no longer sha...
Here I sit and wait, old broken tablets around me and also new tablets only partially written upon. When will my hour come? - the hour of my going down, going under: for I want to return to mankind once more. This is what I wait for now; signs must come to me first that it is my hour - namely the laughing lion with a s...
Meanwhile I talk to myself as one who has time. No one tells me anything new, and so I tell myself to myself. When I came to mankind, I found them sitting on an old conceit: they all conceited to have known for a long time what is good and evil for humanity. To them all talk of virtue seemed an old worn out thing; and ...
-asaneternal fleeing from and seeking each other again of many gods, as the blissful contradicting, again-hearing, again-nearing each other of many gods: Where all time seemed to me a blissful mockery of moments, where necessity was freedom itself, which played blissfully with the sting of freedom: Where I once again f...
Our best is still young; that tempts old gums. Our flesh is tender, our hide is mere lambskin - how could we not tempt old idol priests! Even in ourselves he still lives, the old idol priest, who roasts up our best for his banquet. Oh my brothers, how could firstborn not be sacrifices! But our kind wants it so; and I l...
'Basically everything stands still' - but against this preaches the thaw wind! Thethawwind,abull that is no plowing bull - a raging bull, a destroyer that breaks ice with its wrathful horns! But ice breaks footbridges ! Yes my brothers, is everything not now in flux ? Have all railings and footbridges not fallen into t...
But this is the other danger and my other pity: whoever is of the rabble, their remembrance goes no further back than their grandfather - and with their grandfather time ends. Thus all the past is abandoned; because it could happen one day that the rabble would become ruler and in its shallow water all time would drown...
You should make it up in your children that you are the children of your fathers; thus you should redeem all that is past! This new tablet I place above you! 'Whylive? All is vain! Life - that is threshing straw; life - that is burning oneself and yet not getting warm.' Such archaic babble still passes for 'wisdom'; bu...
'If someone wants to strangle and stab and slice and dice the people, let him; do not lift so much as a finger against it! That way they will yet learn to renounce the world.' 'And your own reason - this you yourself should smother and strangle, because it is a reason of this world - that way you yourself will learn to...
See this languishing specimen here! He is merely one span away from his goal, but out of weariness he has laid himself defiantly here in the dust - this valiant man! Out of weariness he yawns at the road and the earth and the goal and himself; not one more step will he take - this valiant one! Now the sun burns on him ...
Let the shopkeeper rule where all that is left to glitter - is shopkeepers' gold! The time of kings is no more; what calls itself a people today deserves no kings. Just look at how these peoples themselves do the same as the shopkeepers; they pluck themselves the tiniest advantage from any dustpan! They lie in wait for...
In taking your wedding vows - see to it that you are not making your bedding vows . Vowing too quickly results in - breaking vows! And better vow breaking than vow bending and vow pretending! A woman once said to me: 'Sure, I broke my wedding vows, but first my wedding vows broke me!' Theworstofthevengeful I always fou...
Ohmybrothers, have you even understood these words? And what I once said about the 'last human being?' - In whom does the greatest danger lie for all of future humanity? Is it not in the good and the just? Break, break me the good and the just !-Ohmybrothers, have you even understood these words? Thus Spoke Zarathustra...
Onemorningnotlongafterhisreturntohiscave,Zarathustrasprangfrom his bed like a madman, screamed with a terrifying voice and behaved as though someone else were lying on his bed, who did not want to get up. And Zarathustra's voice reverberated so much that his animals rushed to him frightened, and from every cave and hid...
Unsnap the straps of your ears: listen! Because I want to hear you! Up! Up! Here there is thunder enough to make even graves learn to listen! And wipe the sleep and all that befogs and blinds you from your eyes! Hear me with your eyes too: my voice is a remedy even for those born blind. And once you are awake, you shal...
Step out of your cave: the world awaits you like a garden. The wind is playing with heady fragrances that make their way to you; and all brooks want to run after you. Thus Spoke Zarathustra And you - you have already made a hurdy-gurdy song of it? Now I lie here, weary still from this biting and spitting out, sick stil...
Alongtwilight limped ahead of me, a tired to death and drunk to death sadness that spoke with a yawning mouth: 'Eternally he returns, the human of whom you are weary, the small human being' - thus my sadness yawned and dragged its foot and could not fall asleep. Third Part For me the human earth transformed into a cave...
Sing and foam over, Zarathustra; heal your soul with new songs so that you can bear your great destiny, which was never before a human's destiny! For your animals know well, oh Zarathustra, who you are and must become; behold, you are the teacher of the eternal recurrence - that now is your destiny! That you must teach...
The hour has now come for the one who goes under to bless himself. Thus ends Zarathustra's going under!'' - When the animals had spoken these words they fell silent and waited for Zarathustra to say something to them: but Zarathustra did not hear that they were silent. Instead he lay still, with eyes closed, like someo...
Oh my soul, I taught you to say 'today' and 'once' and 'formerly,' and to dance your round over all here and then and there. Oh my soul, I redeemed you from all nooks, I swept dust, spiders and twilight off of you. Oh my soul, I washed the petty bashfulness and the nook-virtue from you and persuaded you to stand naked ...
Ohmysoul,Igaveyoueverythingandall my hands have become empty on you - and now! Now you say to me smiling and full of melancholy: 'Who of us is supposed to be thankful? - does the giver not have to give thanks that the receiver received? Is bestowing not a bare necessity? Is receiving not - mercy?' Ohmysoul, I understan...
Where are you pulling me now, you standout and upstart? And now you flee me again, sweet wildcat, thankless heart! I dance after you, and follow your trail using any clue. Where are you? Give me your hand! Even a finger will do! Here are caves and thickets, we could get lost in there! - Stop! Stand still! Do you not se...
From deepest dream I made my way -, 1 = Four!. , 1 = Five!. The world is deep,, 1 = . And deeper than the grasp of day., 1 = Seven!. Joy - deeper still than misery:, 1 = . Pain says: refrain!, 1 = Nine!. , 1 = Ten!. - wants deep, wants deep eternity!', 1 = Eleven!. , 1 = Twelve! The Seven Seals (Or: the Yes and Amen So...
If ever a breath came to me of creative breath and of that heavenly necessity that forces even accidents to dance astral rounds: If ever I laughed with the laugh of creative lightning that follows rumbling but obediently the long thunder of the deed: If ever I rolled dice with gods at the gods' table of the earth, so t...
Never yet have I found the woman from whom I wanted children, unless it were this woman whom I love: for I love you, oh eternity! For I love you, oh eternity! If my virtue is a dancer's virtue and I often leaped with both feet into golden emerald delight: If my malice is a laughing malice, at home beneath rosy slopes a...
Oh how then could I not lust for eternity and for the nuptial ring of rings - the ring of recurrence! Never yet have I found the woman from whom I wanted children, unless it were this woman whom I love: for I love you, oh eternity! For I love you, oh eternity! If ever I spread silent skies above me and flew into my own...
Oh, where in the world has greater folly occurred than among the pitying? And what in the world causes more suffering than the folly of the pitying? Woe to all lovers who do not yet have an elevation that is above their pitying! Thus the devil once spoke to me: 'Even God has his hell: it is his love for mankind.' Andre...
- And again moons and years passed over Zarathustra's soul and he took no notice of it; but his hair had turned white. One day as he sat on a stone before his cave and gazed outward - there where one looks out upon the sea and beyond twisting abysses - his animals walked around him pensively until finally they stood be...