Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.
Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman and never loves anyone but a warrior.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
And when he invented his hell, that was his heaven on earth.
Of all that is written I love only what a man has written in his own blood.
Disobedience- that is the nobility of slaves.
I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.
Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.
Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?
Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too youngùso have patience with it!
Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.
I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.
Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon fall off.
One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.
For ten years you have climbed here to my cave: you would have become weary of shining and of the journey, had it not been for me, my eagle, and my serpent.
What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?
I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.
But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthword, downword, into the dark, the deep - into evil.
Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.
Go your ways! and let the people and peoples go theirs!- gloomy ways, verily, on which not a single hope glints any more!
When your heart overfloweth broad and full like the river, a blessing and a danger to the lowlanders: there is the origin of your virtue.
A little wisdom is indeed possible; but this blessed security have I found in all things, that they prefer--to DANCE on the feet of chance.
I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: ye have still chaos in you.
But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.
Some cannot loosen their own chains and can nonetheless redeem their friends.
Good and evil, and joy and pain, and I and you- colored vapors did they seem to me before creative eyes. The creator wished to look away from himself,- and so he created the world.
Whoever extolls him as a God of love, does not think highly enough of love itself.
Ah, ye brethren, that God whom I created was human work and human madness, like all the Gods!
I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies-- and thus become silent.
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