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.
But strangers and the poor may pluck for themselves the fruit from my tree: that causes less shame. But beggars should be entirely done away with! Truly, it annoys one to give to them and it annoys one not to give to them.
Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.
He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary.
Ye shall only have foes to be hated; but not foes to be despised: ye must be proud of your foes.
Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds û across shallow swamps.
I would only believe in a god who could dance. And when I saw my devil I found him serious, thorough, profound, and solemn: it was the spirit of gravityùthrough him all things fall. Not by wrath does one kill but by laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!
But the thought is one thing, the deed is another, and another yet is the image of the deed. The wheel of causality does not roll between them.
The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills. æBehold, just now the world became perfect!Æùthus thinks every woman when she obeys out of entire love. And women must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is the disposition of woman: a mobile, stormy film over shallow water. ManÆs disposition, however, is deep; his river roars in subterranean caves: woman feels his strength but does not comprehend it.
He who is a firstling is ever sacrificed.
You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down because I am exalted.
All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassmentà
It is the evening that questions thus from within me.
But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?
The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
He who obeys, does not listen to himself!
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