LIFE is a well of delight;but where the rabble also drink,thereall fountains are poisoned. To everything clean I am well disposed;but I hate to seethe grinning mouthsand the thirst of the unclean. They cast their eye down into the fountain:and now glance up to metheir odious smile out of the fountain. They poisoned the…
But Zarathustra didn’t come to say to all those liars and fools: “What do you know of virtue! What could you know of virtue!” –But that you, my friends, might become weary of the old words which you have learned from the fools and liars: That you might become weary of the words …
WITH thunderand heavenly fireworksmust one speakto lethargic and drowsy senses. But beauty’s voicespeaks gently:it appeals onlyto the most awakened souls. My buckler gently vibratedand laughed to me to-day;it was beauty’s holy laughing and thrilling. At you, you virtuous ones,laughed my beauty to-day.And thus came its voice to me: “They want – to be paid…
Characters of blood they wrote on the way they went, and their folly taught that truth is proved by blood. But blood is the very worst witness to truth; blood taints the purest teaching, and turns it into delusion and hatred of heart. ~*~ And when a person goes through fire for his…
FRIENDS, You’ve heard this joke making the rounds: “Look at Zarathustra! Walking around, among us as if among animals?” But said better: “The discerning one walks among men as among animals.” Man himself is to the discerning one: the animal with red cheeks. How has that happened to him? Isn’t it because he has…
Away from God and gods did this will allure me; what would there be to create if there were – gods! I read that one’s life amounts to a collection of stories. You and I existentially are a composition of everything that we believe about the world, believe about ourselves as a feature of…
But that I may reveal my heartentirely to you, my friends:if there were gods,how could I endure it to be no God! Therefore there are no gods.Yes, I have drawn the conclusion;now, however,does it draw me.–God is a conjecture: ~*~but who could drinkall the bitterness of this conjecturewithout dying?Shall his faith be takenfrom the…
Why did I startle in my dream, so that I awoke? That is the question isn’t it? Dreams and night visions are the stuff of literature. The story of Macbeth comes to mind. No one knows for sure from whence comes a dream. I remember talking about dreams with a therapist. She recognized dreams…
AFTER this Zarathustra returned again into the mountains to the solitude of his cave, and withdrew himself from men, waiting like a sower who has scattered his seed. His soul, however, became impatient and full of longing for those whom he loved: because he had still much to give them. For this is hardest…
When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he paused, like one who had not said his last word; and long did he balance the staff doubtfully in his hand. At last he said this – and his voice had changed: I now go alone, my disciples! You also must now go away alone! So will…
