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.
Here is the great city: here have you nothing to seek and everything to lose.
Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.
You should seek your enemy, you should wage your war - a war for your opinions. And when your opinion is defeatedy our honesty should still cry triumph over that!
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.
How COULD they endure my happiness, if I did not put around it accidents, and winter-privations, and bear-skin caps, and enmantling snowflakes!
Some cannot loosen their own chains and can nonetheless redeem their friends.
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.
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.
Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.
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.
I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.
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.
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?
I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.
The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
Close beside my knowledge lies my black ignorance.
I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.
The spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers the world.
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.
Creatingùthat is the great salvation from suffering, and life's alleviation. But for the creator to appear, suffering itself is needed, and much transformation.
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.
There is more reason in your body than in your best wisdom.
Ah, ye brethren, that God whom I created was human work and human madness, like all the Gods!
Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.
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.
Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman and never loves anyone but a warrior.
Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds û across shallow swamps.
Disobedience- that is the nobility of slaves.
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!
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