become stingy in this drought;
Overflow thyself, trickle thy dew,
Be thyself the rain of the parched wilderness!
I once bade the clouds
Depart from my mountains;
Once I said to them,
"More light, ye dark ones!"
To-day I entice them to come:
Make me dark with your udders:
--I would milk you,
Ye cows of the heights!
Milk-warm wisdom, sweet dew of love
I pour over the land.
Away, away, ye truths
That look so gloomy!
I will not have on my mountains
Bitter, impatient truths.
May truth approach me to-day
Gilded by smiles,
Sweetened by the sun, browned by love,--
A ripe truth I would fain break off from the tree.
To-day I stretch my hands
Toward the tresses of chance,
Wise enough to lead,
To outwit chance like a child.
To-day I will be hospitable
'Gainst the unwelcome,
'Gainst destiny itself I will not be prickly....
--Zarathustra is no hedgehog.
Insatiable with its tongue,
Has already tasted of all things good and evil,
And has dived into all depths.
But ever, like the cork,
It swims to the surface again,
And floats like oil upon brown seas:
Because of this soul men call me fortunate.
Who are my father and mother?
Is not my father Prince Plenty?
And my mother Silent Laughter?
Did not the union of these two
Beget me, the enigmatic beast--
Me, the monster of light--
Me, Zarathustra, the squanderer of all wisdom?
Sick to-day from tenderness,
A dewy wind,
Zarathustra sits waiting, waiting on his mountains--
Sweet and stewing
_ "No longer path! Abyss and silence chilling!" Thy fault! To leave the path thou wast too willing! .Page 24
_The Crooked Nose.Page 38
No! he does not at all want us to _laugh_ at existence, nor even at ourselvesânor at himself; to him an individual is always an individual, something first and last and immense, to him there are no species, no sums, no noughts.Page 46
hours of eruption:âhow near or how distant this is, nobody of course knows, not even the good God.Page 53
_Dignity of Folly.Page 56
His Majesty may perhaps even be sick: we shall give the last good news of the evening at breakfast, the arrival of M.Page 58
The truth, however, is that they need quietness externally, because internally they have disquietude and labour.Page 93
_The Theatre.Page 101
That Luther's Reformation succeeded in the north, is a sign that the north had remained backward in comparison with the south of Europe, and still had requirements tolerably uniform in colour and kind; and there would have been no Christianising of Europe at all, if the culture of the old world of the south had not been gradually barbarized by an excessive admixture of the blood of German barbarians, and thus lost its ascendency.Page 141
_The Limits of our Sense of Hearing.Page 145
_âWe are not always brave, and when we are weary, people of our stamp are liable to lament occasionally in this wise:â"It is so hard to cause pain to menâoh, that it should be necessary! What good is it to live concealed, when we do not want to keep to ourselves that which causes vexation? Would it not be more advisable to live in the madding crowd, and compensate individuals for sins that are committed and must be committed against mankind in general? Foolish with fools, vain with the vain, enthusiastic with enthusiasts? Would that not be reasonable when there is such an inordinate amount of divergence in the main? When I hear of the malignity of others against meâis not my first feeling that of satisfaction? It is well that it should be so!âI seem to myself to say to themâI am so little in harmony with you, and have so much truth on my side: see henceforth that ye be merry at my expense as often as ye can! Here are my defects and mistakes, here are my illusions, my bad taste, my confusion, my tears, my vanity, my owlish concealment, my contradictions! Here you have something to laugh at! Laugh then, and enjoy yourselves! I am not averse to the law and.Page 177
"What did I really experience? What then took place in me and around me? Was my understanding clear enough? Was my will directly opposed to all deception of the senses, and courageous in its defence against fantastic notions?"âNone of them ever asked these questions, nor to this day do any of the good religious people ask them.Page 179
because mankind as a whole has for centuries listened too eagerly to those teachers, something of the superstition that the human race is in a very bad way has actually come over men: so that they are now far too ready to sigh; they find nothing more in life and make melancholy faces at each other, as if life were indeed very hard _to endure_.Page 197