Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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des témoins, mais du courage de solitaires, le courage
des aigles dont aucun dieu n'est plus spectateur?

Les âmes froides, les mulets, les aveugles, les hommes ivres n'ont pas
ce que j'appelle du coeur. Celui-là a du coeur qui connaît la peur,
mais qui _contraint_ la peur; celui qui voit l'abîme, mais avec

Celui qui voit l'abîme, mais avec des yeux d'aigle, - celui qui
_saisit_ l'abîme avec des serres d'aigle: celui-là a du courage.-


"L'homme est méchant" - ainsi parlaient pour ma consolation tous les
plus sages. Hélas! si c'était encore vrai aujourd'hui! Car le mal est
la meilleure force de l'homme.

"L'homme doit devenir meilleur et plus méchant" - c'est ce que
j'enseigne, _moi_. Le plus grand mal est nécessaire pour le plus grand
bien du Surhumain.

Cela pouvait être bon pour ce prédicateur des petites gens de souffrir
et de porter les péchés des hommes. Mais moi, je me réjouis du grand
péché comme de ma grande _consolation_. -

Ces sortes de choses cependant ne sont point dites pour les longues
oreilles: toute parole ne convient point à toute gueule. Ce sont là
des choses subtiles et lointaines: les pattes de moutons ne doivent pas
les saisir!


Vous, les hommes supérieurs, croyez-vous que je sois là pour refaire
bien ce que vous avez mal fait?

Ou bien que je veuille dorénavant vous coucher plus commodément, vous
qui souffrez? Ou vous montrer, à vous qui êtes errants, égarés et
perdus dans la montagne, des sentiers plus faciles?

Non! Non! Trois fois non! Il faut qu'il en périsse toujours plus et
toujours des meilleurs de votre espèce, - car il faut que votre
destinée soit de plus en plus mauvaise et de plus en plus dure. Car
c'est ainsi seulement - ainsi seulement que l'homme grandit vers la
hauteur, là où la foudre le frappe et le brise: assez haut pour la

Mon esprit et mon désir sont portés vers le petit nombre, vers les
choses longues et lointaine: que m'importerait votre misère, petite,
commune et brève!

Pour moi vous ne souffrez pas encore assez! Car c'est de vous que vous
souffrez, vous n'avez pas encore souffert de _l'homme_. Vous mentiriez
si vous disiez le contraire! Vous tous, vous ne souffrez pas de ce que
j'ai souffert. -


Il ne me suffit pas que la foudre ne nuise plus. Je ne veux point la
faire dévier, je veux qu'elle apprenne à travailler - pour _moi_ -
Ma sagesse s'amasse depuis longtemps comme un nuage, elle devient
toujours plus tranquille et plus sombre.

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