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When thou hast a virtue, and it is thine own virtue, thou hast it in common with no one. 38
If thou be fortunate, then wilt thou have one virtue and no more: thus goest thou easier over the bridge. 39
"Enemy" shall ye say but not "villain," "invalid" shall ye say but not "wretch," "fool" shall ye say but not "sinner." 41
Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit. 43
Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because I am exalted.
Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted?
He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.
Courageous, unconcerned, scornful, coercive—so wisdom wisheth us; she is a woman, and ever loveth a warrior. 44
It is true we love life; not because we are wont to live, but because we are wont to love. 44
I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance.
Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity! 45
Full is the earth of the superfluous; marred is life by the many-too-many. May they be decoyed out of this life by the "life eternal"! 49
Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them! 51
Ye shall love peace as a means to new wars—and the short peace more than the long.
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! 52
Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? I say unto you: it is the good war which halloweth every cause. 52.
"What is good?" ye ask. To be brave is good. 52 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. 53
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." 54
Just see these superfluous ones! They steal the works of the inventors and the treasures of the wise. Culture,[Pg 148] they call their theft—and everything becometh sickness and trouble unto them! 56
Around the devisers of new values revolveth the world:—invisibly it revolveth. But around the actors revolve the people and the glory: such is the course of things. 58
Would that ye were perfect—at least as animals! But to animals belongeth innocence. 61
Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many almost a vice. 61
To whom chastity is difficult, it is to be dissuaded: lest it become the road to hell—to filth and lust of soul. 62
If one would have a friend, then must one also be willing to wage war for him: and in order to wage war, one must be capable of being an enemy. 63
In one's friend one shall have one's best enemy. Thou shalt be closest unto him with thy heart when thou withstandest him. 63
Art thou a slave? Then thou canst not be a friend. Art thou a tyrant? Then thou canst not have friends.
Far too long hath there been a slave and a tyrant concealed in woman. On that account woman is not yet capable of friendship: she knoweth only love.
In woman's love there is injustice and blindness to all she doth not love. And even in woman's conscious love, there is still always surprise and lightning and night, along with the light. 65
Values did man only assign to things in order to maintain himself—he created only the significance of things, a human significance! Therefore, calleth he himself "man," that is, the valuator. 67
A thousand goals have there been hitherto, for a thousand peoples have there been. Only the fetter for the[Pg 149] thousand necks is still lacking; there is lacking the one goal. As yet humanity hath not a goal. 69
Do I advise you to neighbour-love? Rather do I advise you to neighbour-flight and to furthest love!
Higher than love to your neighbour is love to the furthest and future ones; higher still than love to men, is love to things and phantoms.
The phantom that runneth on before thee, my brother, is fairer than thou; why dost thou not give unto it thy flesh and thy bones?... 69
Art thou one entitled to escape from a yoke? Many a one hath cast away his final worth when he hath cast away his servitude.
Free from what? What doth that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall thine eye show unto me: free for what? 71
Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman hath one solution—it is called pregnancy.
Man is for woman, a means: the purpose is always the child. But what is woman for man?
Two different things wanteth the true man: danger and diversion. Therefore wanteth he woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior: all else is folly.
Two sweet fruits—these the warrior liketh not. Therefore liketh he woman;—bitter is ever the sweetest woman.
Better than man doth woman understand children, but man is more childish than woman.
In the true man there is a child hidden: it wanteth to play. Up then, ye women, and discover the child in man!
A plaything let woman be, pure and fine like the precious stone, illumined with the virtues of a world not yet come.
Let the beam of a star shine in your love! Let your hope say: "May I bear the Superman!"
In your love let there be valour! With your love shall ye assail him who inspireth you with fear!
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.
Let man fear woman when she loveth: then maketh she every sacrifice, and everything else she regardeth as worthless.
Let man fear woman when she hateth: for man in his innermost soul is merely evil; woman, however, is mean.
Whom hateth woman most?—Thus spake the iron to the loadstone: "I hate thee most, because thou attractest, but art too weak to draw unto thee."
The happiness of man is, "I will." The happiness of woman is, "He will." 76
Thou goest to women? Do not forget thy whip! 77
When ... ye have an enemy, then return him not good for evil: for that would abash him. But prove that he hath done something good to you.
