Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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qui m'enveloppe souvent.

Je suis assis devant le portique pour tous les coquins et je demande:
Qui veut me tromper?

Ceci est ma première sagesse humaine de me laisser tromper, pour ne pas
être obligé de me tenir sur mes gardes à cause des trompeurs.

Hélas! si j'étais sur mes gardes devant l'homme, comment l'homme
pourrait-il être une ancre pour mon ballon! Je serais trop facilement
arraché, attiré en haut et au loin!

Qu'il faille que je sois sans prudence, c'est là la providence qui est
au-dessus de ma destinée.

Et celui qui ne veut pas mourir de soif parmi les hommes doit apprendre
à boire dans tous les verres; et qui veut rester pur parmi les hommes
doit apprendre à se laver avec de l'eau sale.

Et voici ce que je me suis souvent dit pour me consoler: "Eh bien!
Allons! Vieux coeur! Un malheur ne t'a pas réussi: jouis-en comme
d'un - bonheur!"

Cependant ceci est mon autre sagesse humaine: je ménage les _vaniteux_
plus que les fiers.

La vanité blessée n'est-elle pas mère de toutes les tragédies? Mais où
la fierté est blessée, croît quelque chose de meilleur qu'elle.

Pour que la vie soit bonne à regarder il faut que son jeu soit bien
joué: mais pour cela il faut de bons acteurs.

J'ai trouvé bons acteurs tous les vaniteux: ils jouent et veulent qu'on
aime à les regarder, - tout leur esprit est dans cette volonté.

Ils se représentent, ils s'inventent; auprès d'eux j'aime à regarder la
vie, - ainsi se guérit la mélancolie.

C'est pourquoi je ménage les vaniteux, puisqu'ils sont les médecins de
ma mélancolie, et puisqu'ils m'attachent à l'homme comme à un spectacle.

Et puis: qui mesure dans toute sa profondeur la modestie du vaniteux!
Je veux du bien au vaniteux et j'ai pitié de lui à cause de sa modestie.

C'est de vous qu'il veut apprendre la foi en soi-même; il se nourrit de
vos regards, c'est dans votre main qu'il cueille l'éloge.

Il aime à croire en vos mensonges, dès que vous mentez bien sur son
compte: car au fond de son coeur il soupire: "Que suis-_je_?"

Et si la vraie vertu est celle qui ne sait rien d'elle-même, eh bien!
le vaniteux ne sait rien de sa modestie! -

Mais ceci est ma troisième sagesse humaine que je ne laisse pas votre
timidité me dégoûter de la vue des _méchants._

Je suis bienheureux de voir les miracles que fait éclore l'ardent
soleil: ce sont des tigres, des palmiers et des serpents à sonnettes.

Parmi les hommes aussi il y a de belles couvées d'ardent soleil et

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