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I Go In Solitude, So As Not To Drink Out Of Everybody's Cistern. When I Am Among The Many I Live As The Many Do, And I Do Not Think I Really Think; After A Time It Always Seems As If They Want To Banish Myself From Myself And Rob Me Of My Soul.

Folk Music Is The Original Melody Of Man; It Is The Musical Mirror Of The World.

You Highest Men Whom I Have Ever Seen! This Is My Suspicion About You And My Secret Laughter: I Guess That You Would Call My Superman--a Devil!

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.

Willing Emancipateth: That Is The True Doctrine Of Will And Emancipation - So Teacheth You Zarathustra. No Longer Willing, And No Longer Valuing, And No Longer Creating! Ah, That That Great Debility May Ever Be Far From Me! And Also In Discerning Do I Feel Only My Will's Procreating And Evolving Delight.