Every Virtue Inclines To Stupidity, Every Stupidity

One Must Learn To Love Oneself With A Wholesome And Healthy Love, So That One Can Bear To Be With Oneself And Need Not Roam.

Evolution Does Not Make Happiness Its Goal; It Aims Simply At Evolution And Nothing Else.

The Empty, The One, The Unmoved, The Full, Satiation, Wanting Nothing--that Would Be My Evil: In Short, Dreamless Sleep.

If An Architect Wants To Strengthen A Decrepit Arch, He Increases The Load Laid Upon It, For Thereby The Parts Are Joined More Firmly Together.

Now Know I Well What People Sought Formerly Above All Else When They Sought Teachers Of Virtue. Good Sleep They Sought For Themselves, And Poppy-head Virtues To Promote It! To All Those Be-lauded Sages Of The Academic Chairs, Wisdom Was Sleep Without Dreams: They Knew No Higher Significance Of Life. Even At Present, To Be Sure, There Are Some Like This Preacher Of Virtue, And Not Always So Honorable: But Their Time Is Past. And Not Much Longer Do They Stand: There They Already Lie. Blessed Are Those Drowsy Ones: For They Shall Soon Nod To Sleep.-thus Spoke Zarathustra.