We Must Be Cruel As Well As

We Laugh At A Man Who, Stepping Out Of His Room At The Very Minute When The Sun Is Rising, Says, “it Is My Will That The Sun Shall Rise”; Or At Him Who, Unable To Stop A Wheel, Says, “i Wish It To Roll”; Or, Again, At Him Who, Thrown In A Wrestling Match, Says, “here I Lie, But Here I Wish To Lie.” But, Joking Apart, Do We Not Act Like One Of These Three Persons Whenever We Use The Expression “i Wish”?

From The Sun Did I Learn This, When It Goeth Down, The Exuberant One: Gold Doth It Then Pour Into The Sea, Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, -so That The Poorest Fisherman Roweth Even With Golden Oars! For This Did I Once See, And Did Not Tire Of Weeping In Beholding It. - Like The Sun Will Also Zarathustra Go Down: Now Sitteth He Here And Waiteth, Old Broken Tables Around Him, And Also New Tables Half-written.

If You Look Long Enough Into The Void, The Void Begins To Look Back Through You.

Whoever Regards Human Beings As A Herd And Flees Them As Swiftly As He Can Will No Doubt Be Overtaken By Them And Impaled On Theirhorns.

Nothing Can Be Done About It: Every Master Has But A Single Pupil--and He Will Not Stay Loyal To Him--for He Is Also Destined To Become A Master.