Whoever Does Not Know How To Find

Heroism--that Is The Disposition Of A Man Who Aspires To A Goal Compared To Which He Himself Is Wholly Insignificant. Heroism Is The Good Will To Self-destruction.

That Roguish And Cheerful Vice, Politeness.

"god", "immortality Of The Soul", "redemption", "beyond" - Without Exception, Concepts To Which I Have Never Devoted Any Attention, Or Time; Not Even As A Child. Perhaps I Have Never Been Childlike Enough For Them? I Do Not By Any Means Know Atheism As A Result; Even Less As An Event: It Is A Matter Of Course With Me, From Instinct. I Am Too Inquisitive, Too Questionable, Too Exuberant To Stand For Any Gross Answer. God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers - At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!

It Quite Often Happens That The Old Man Is Subject To The Delusion Of A Great Moral Renewal And Rebirth, And From This Experience He Passes Judgments On The Work And Course Of His Life, As If He Had Only Now Become Clear-sighted; And Yet The Inspiration Behind This Feeling Of Well-being And These Confident Judgements Is Not Wisdom, But Weariness .

And He Who Must Be A Creator In Good And Evil: Verily, He Must Be An Annihilator First And Demolish Values.