Love Of One Is A Piece Of

I Do Not Give Alms; I Am Not Poor Enough For That.

I Wish To Be At Any Time Hereafter Only A Yea-sayer!

Or Shall I Go Out As A Light Does, Not First Blown Out By The Wind, But Grown Tired And Weary Of Itself - A Burnt Out Light? Or Finally, Shall I Blow Myself Out, So As Not To Burn Out?

Where The Past Is Venerated The Clean And Those Who Clean Things Up Should Be Kept Out. Piety Is Never Happy Without A Little Dust, Dirt, And Rubbish.

The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.