Only In War Are You Holy, And

There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.

Different Types Of Dangerous Lives-you Have No Idea What You Are Living Through; You Rush Through Life As If You Were Drunk And Now And Then Fall Down Some Staircase. But Thanks To Your Drunkenness You Never Break A Limb; Your Muscles Are Too Relaxed And Your Brain Too Benighted For You To Find The Stones Of These Stairs As Hard As We Do.

You Call Yourself Free? I Want To Hear Your Ruling Thought And Not That You Have Escaped A Yoke. Are You Such A One As Was Permitted To Escape A Yoke? There Are Some Who Threw Away Their Ultimate Worth When They Threw Away Their Servitude. Free From What? What Is That To Zarathustra! But Your Eyes Should Announce To Me Brightly: Free For What?

Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

He Who Denies Himself Much In Great Matters Will Readily Indulge Himself In Small Things.