When Zarathustra Was Alone . . .

There Are People Who Are So Presumptuous That They Know No Other Way To Praise A Greatness That They Publicly Admire Than By Representing It As A Preliminary Stage And Bridge Leading To Themselves.

I Shall Repeat A Hundred Times; We Really Ought To Free Ourselves From The Seduction Of Words!

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

I Will Make An Attempt To Attain Freedom, The Youthful Soul Says To Itself; And Is It To Be Hindered In This By The Fact That Two Nations Happen To Hate And Fight One Another, Or That Two Continents Are Separated By An Ocean, Or That All Around It A Religion Is Taught With Did Not Yet Exist A Couple Of Thousand Years Ago. All That Is Not You, It Says To Itself.

Many Find Their Heart When They Have Lost Their Head.