Lift Up Your Hearts, My Brothers, High,

Even The Most Beautiful Scenery Is No Longer Assured Of Our Love After We Have Lived In It For Three Months, And Some Distant Coast Attracts Our Avarice: Possessions Are Generally Diminished By Possession.

Remain Faithful To The Earth, My Brothers, With The Power Of Your Virtue. Let Your Gift-giving Love And Your Knowledge Serve The Meaning Of The Earth. Thus I Beg And Beseech You. Do Not Let Them Fly Away From Earthly Things And Beat With Their Wings Against Eternal Walls. Alas, There Has Always Been So Much Virtue That Has Flown Away. Lead Back To The Earth The Virtue That Flew Away, As I Do—back To The Body, Back To Life, That It May Give The Earth A Meaning, A Human Meaning.

And Once You Are Awake, You Shall Remain Awake Eternally.

Whether We Immoralists Do Any Harm To Virtue?-just As Little As Anarchists Do To Princes. It Is Only Because They Have Been Shot At That They Once Again Sit Securely On Their Thrones. Moral: We Must Shoot At Morals.

The Most Spiritual Men, As The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Their Destruction: In The Labyrinth, In Hardness Against Themselves And Others, In Experiments. Their Joy Is Self-conquest: Asceticism Becomes In Them Nature, Need, And Instinct. Difficult Tasks Are A Privilege To Them; To Play With Burdens That Crush Others, A Recreation. Knowledge-a Form Of Asceticism. They Are The Most Venerable Kind Of Man: That Does Not Preclude Their Being The Most Cheerful And The Kindliest.