Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• There are feelings which seek to slay the lonesome one; if they do not succeed, then must they themselves die! But art thou capable of it--to be a murderer? ¶808
• Hast thou ever known, my brother, the word "disdain"? And the anguish of thy justice in being just to those that disdain thee? ¶809
• Thou forcest many to think differently about thee; that, charge they heavily to thine account. Thou camest nigh unto them, and yet wentest past: for that they never forgive thee. ¶810
• Thou goest beyond them: but the higher thou risest, the smaller doth the eye of envy see thee. Most of all, however, is the flying one hated. ¶811
• "How could ye be just unto me!"--must thou say--"I choose your injustice as my allotted portion." ¶812
• Injustice and filth cast they at the lonesome one: but, my brother, if thou wouldst be a star, thou must shine for them none the less on that account! ¶813
• And be on thy guard against the good and just! They would fain crucify those who devise their own virtue--they hate the lonesome ones. ¶814
• Be on thy guard, also, against holy simplicity! All is unholy to it that is not simple; fain, likewise, would it play with the fire--of the fagot and stake. ¶815
• And be on thy guard, also, against the assaults of thy love! Too readily doth the recluse reach his hand to any one who meeteth him. ¶816
• To many a one mayest thou not give thy hand, but only thy paw; and I wish thy paw also to have claws. ¶817
• But the worst enemy thou canst meet, wilt thou thyself always be; thou waylayest thyself in caverns and forests. ¶818
• Thou lonesome one, thou goest the way to thyself! And past thyself and thy seven devils leadeth thy way! ¶819
• A heretic wilt thou be to thyself, and a wizard and a sooth-sayer, and a fool, and a doubter, and a reprobate, and a villain. ¶820
• Ready must thou be to burn thyself in thine own flame; how couldst thou become new if thou have not first become ashes! ¶821
• Thou lonesome one, thou goest the way of the creating one: a God wilt thou create for thyself out of thy seven devils! ¶822
• Thou lonesome one, thou goest the way of the loving one: thou lovest thyself, and on that account despisest thou thyself, as only the loving ones despise. ¶823
• To create, desireth the loving one, because he despiseth! What knoweth he of love who hath not been obliged to despise just what he loved! ¶824
• With thy love, go into thine isolation, my brother, and with thy creating; and late only will justice limp after thee. ¶825
• With my tears, go into thine isolation, my brother. I love him who seeketh to create beyond himself, and thus succumbeth.-- ¶826
• "Why stealest thou along so furtively in the twilight, Zarathustra? And what hidest thou so carefully under thy mantle? ¶829
• Is it a treasure that hath been given thee? Or a child that hath been born thee? Or goest thou thyself on a thief's errand, thou friend of the evil?"-- ¶830
• Verily, my brother, said Zarathustra, it is a treasure that hath been given me: it is a little truth which I carry. ¶831
• But it is naughty, like a young child; and if I hold not its mouth, it screameth too loudly. ¶832
• As I went on my way alone to-day, at the hour when the sun declineth, there met me an old woman, and she spake thus unto my soul: ¶833
• "Much hath Zarathustra spoken also to us women, but never spake he unto us concerning woman." ¶834
• And I answered her: "Concerning woman, one should only talk unto men." ¶835
• "Talk also unto me of woman," said she; "I am old enough to forget it presently." ¶836
• And I obliged the old woman and spake thus unto her: ¶837
• Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman hath one solution--it is called pregnancy. ¶838
• Man is for woman a means: the purpose is always the child. But what is woman for man? ¶839
• Two different things wanteth the true man: danger and diversion. Therefore wanteth he woman, as the most dangerous plaything. ¶840
• Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior: all else is folly. ¶841
• Too sweet fruits--these the warrior liketh not. Therefore liketh he woman;--bitter is even the sweetest woman. ¶842
• Better than man doth woman understand children, but man is more childish than woman. ¶843
• In the true man there is a child hidden: it wanteth to play. Up then, ye women, and discover the child in man! ¶844
• A plaything let woman be, pure and fine like the precious stone, illumined with the virtues of a world not yet come. ¶845
• Let the beam of a star shine in your love! Let your hope say: "May I bear the Superman!" ¶846
• In your love let there be valour! With your love shall ye assail him who inspireth you with fear! ¶847
• In your love be your honour! Little doth woman understand otherwise about honour. But let this be your honour: always to love more than ye are loved, and never be the second. ¶848
• Let man fear woman when she loveth: then maketh she every sacrifice, and everything else she regardeth as worthless. ¶849

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