Where I Found The Living, There I

Heaping Glowing Coals On Another Person's Head Is Usually Misunderstood And Comes To Nothing Because The Other Person Knows Just As Well That He Is In The Right And Has Also Given Some Thought On His Own Part To Heaping Coals.

Convictions Are More Dangerous Foes Of Truth Than Lies.

I Love Him Who Loveth His Virtue: For Virtue Is The Will To Down-going, And An Arrow Of Longing.

The Golden Age, When Rambunctious Spirits Were Regarded As The Source Of Evil.

To Live As I Incline, Or Not To Live At All: So Do I Wish; So Wisheth Also The Holiest. But Alas! How Have I Still - Inclination? Have I-still A Goal? A Haven Towards Which My Sail Is Set?a Good Wind? Ah, He Only Who Knoweth Whither He Saileth, Knoweth What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.what Still Remaineth To Me? A Heart Weary And Flippant; And Unstable Will; Fluttering Wings; A Broken Backbone.this Seeking For My Home: O Zarathustra, Dost Thou Know That This Seeking Hath Been My Home-sickening; It Eateth Me Up.