Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity! 45
Full is the earth of the superfluous; marred is life by the many-too-many. May they be decoyed out of this life by the "life eternal"! 49
Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them! 51
Ye shall love peace as a means to new wars--and the short peace more than the long.
You I advise not to work, but to fight. You, I advise not to peace, but to victory. Let your work be a fight, let your peace be a victory! 52
Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? I say unto you: it is the good war which halloweth every cause. 52
"What is good?" ye ask. To be brave is good. 52
Ye shall only have enemies to be hated, but not enemies to be despised. Ye must be proud of your enemies; then, the successes of your enemies are also your successes. 53
A state is called the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly lieth it also; and this lie creepeth from its mouth: "I, the state, am the people." 54
Just see these superfluous ones! They steal the works of the inventors and the treasures of the wise. Culture, they call their theft--and everything becometh sickness and trouble unto them! 56
Around the devisers of new values revolveth the world:--invisibly it revolveth. But around the actors revolve the people and the glory: such is the course of things. 58
Would that ye were perfect--at least as animals! But to animals belongeth innocence. 61
Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many almost a vice. 61
To whom chastity is difficult, it is to be dissuaded: lest it become the road to hell--to filth and lust of soul. 62
If one would have a friend, then must one also be willing to wage war for him: and in order to wage war, one must be _capable_ of being an enemy. 63
In one's friend one shall have one's best enemy. Thou shalt be closest unto him with thy heart when thou withstandest him. 63
Art thou a slave? Then thou canst not be a friend. Art thou a tyrant? Then thou canst not have friends.
Far too long hath there been a slave and a tyrant concealed in woman. On that account woman is not yet capable of friendship: she knoweth only love.
In woman's love there is injustice and blindness to all she doth not love. And even in woman's conscious love, there is still always surprise and lightning and night, along with the light. 65