Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! "Uniform" one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide! ¶594
• Ye shall be those whose eyes ever seek for an enemy--for YOUR enemy. And with some of you there is hatred at first sight. ¶595
• Your enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby! ¶596
• Ye shall love peace as a means to new wars--and the short peace more than the long. ¶597
• You I advise not to work, but to fight. You I advise not to peace, but to victory. Let your work be a fight, let your peace be a victory! ¶598
• One can only be silent and sit peacefully when one hath arrow and bow; otherwise one prateth and quarrelleth. Let your peace be a victory! ¶599
• Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? I say unto you: it is the good war which halloweth every cause. ¶600
• War and courage have done more great things than charity. Not your sympathy, but your bravery hath hitherto saved the victims. ¶601
• "What is good?" ye ask. To be brave is good. Let the little girls say: "To be good is what is pretty, and at the same time touching." ¶602
• They call you heartless: but your heart is true, and I love the bashfulness of your goodwill. Ye are ashamed of your flow, and others are ashamed of their ebb. ¶603
• Ye are ugly? Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the mantle of the ugly! ¶604
• And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness. I know you. ¶605
• In wickedness the haughty man and the weakling meet. But they misunderstand one another. I know you. ¶606
• Ye shall only have enemies to be hated, but not enemies to be despised. Ye must be proud of your enemies; then, the successes of your enemies are also your successes. ¶607
• Resistance--that is the distinction of the slave. Let your distinction be obedience. Let your commanding itself be obeying! ¶608
• To the good warrior soundeth "thou shalt" pleasanter than "I will." And all that is dear unto you, ye shall first have it commanded unto you. ¶609
• Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life! ¶610
• Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you by me--and it is this: man is something that is to be surpassed. ¶611
• So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long life! What warrior wisheth to be spared! ¶612
• I spare you not, I love you from my very heart, my brethren in war!-- ¶613
• Somewhere there are still peoples and herds, but not with us, my brethren: here there are states. ¶616
• A state? What is that? Well! open now your ears unto me, for now will I say unto you my word concerning the death of peoples. ¶617
• A state, is called the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly lieth it also; and this lie creepeth from its mouth: "I, the state, am the people." ¶618
• It is a lie! Creators were they who created peoples, and hung a faith and a love over them: thus they served life. ¶619
• Destroyers, are they who lay snares for many, and call it the state: they hang a sword and a hundred cravings over them. ¶620
• Where there is still a people, there the state is not understood, but hated as the evil eye, and as sin against laws and customs. ¶621
• This sign I give unto you: every people speaketh its language of good and evil: this its neighbour understandeth not. Its language hath it devised for itself in laws and customs. ¶622
• But the state lieth in all languages of good and evil; and whatever it saith it lieth; and whatever it hath it hath stolen. ¶623
• False is everything in it; with stolen teeth it biteth, the biting one. False are even its bowels. ¶624
• Confusion of language of good and evil; this sign I give unto you as the sign of the state. Verily, the will to death, indicateth this sign! Verily, it beckoneth unto the preachers of death! ¶625
• Many too many are born: for the superfluous ones was the state devised! ¶626
• See just how it enticeth them to it, the many-too-many! How it swalloweth and cheweth and recheweth them! ¶627
• "On earth there is nothing greater than I: it is I who am the regulating finger of God"--thus roareth the monster. And not only the long-eared and short-sighted fall upon their knees! ¶628
• Ah! even in your ears, ye great souls, it whispereth its gloomy lies! Ah! it findeth out the rich hearts which willingly lavish themselves! ¶629
• Yea, it findeth you out too, ye conquerors of the old God! Weary ye became of the conflict, and now your weariness serveth the new idol! ¶630
• Heroes and honourable ones, it would fain set up around it, the new idol! Gladly it basketh in the sunshine of good consciences,--the cold monster! ¶631
• Everything will it give YOU, if YE worship it, the new idol: thus it purchaseth the lustre of your virtue, and the glance of your proud eyes. ¶632
• It seeketh to allure by means of you, the many-too-many! Yea, a hellish artifice hath here been devised, a death-horse jingling with the trappings of divine honours! ¶633
• Yea, a dying for many hath here been devised, which glorifieth itself as life: verily, a hearty service unto all preachers of death! ¶634
• The state, I call it, where all are poison-drinkers, the good and the bad: the state, where all lose themselves, the good and the bad: the state, where the slow suicide of all--is called "life." ¶635

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