again upon thy
Thou hast divined, I know it well, how the man feeleth who killed
him,--the murderer of God. Stay! Sit down here beside me; it is not to
To whom would I go but unto thee? Stay, sit down! Do not however look at
me! Honour thus--mine ugliness!
They persecute me: now art THOU my last refuge. NOT with their hatred,
NOT with their bailiffs;--Oh, such persecution would I mock at, and be
proud and cheerful!
Hath not all success hitherto been with the well-persecuted ones? And
he who persecuteth well learneth readily to be OBSEQUENT--when once he
is--put behind! But it is their PITY--
--Their pity is it from which I flee away and flee to thee. O
Zarathustra, protect me, thou, my last refuge, thou sole one who
--Thou hast divined how the man feeleth who killed HIM. Stay! And if
thou wilt go, thou impatient one, go not the way that I came. THAT way
Art thou angry with me because I have already racked language too long?
Because I have already counselled thee? But know that it is I, the
--Who have also the largest, heaviest feet. Where _I_ have gone, the way
is bad. I tread all paths to death and destruction.
But that thou passedst me by in silence, that thou blushedst--I saw it
well: thereby did I know thee as Zarathustra.
Every one else would have thrown to me his alms, his pity, in look and
speech. But for that--I am not beggar enough: that didst thou divine.
For that I am too RICH, rich in what is great, frightful, ugliest, most
unutterable! Thy shame, O Zarathustra, HONOURED me!
With difficulty did I get out of the crowd of the pitiful,--that I might
find the only one who at present teacheth that 'pity is obtrusive'--
thyself, O Zarathustra!
--Whether it be the pity of a God, or whether it be human pity, it is
offensive to modesty. And unwillingness to help may be nobler than the
virtue that rusheth to do so.
THAT however--namely, pity--is called virtue itself at present by
all petty people:--they have no reverence for great misfortune, great
ugliness, great failure.
Beyond all these do I look, as a dog looketh over the backs of thronging
flocks of sheep. They are petty, good-wooled, good-willed, grey people.
As the heron looketh contemptuously at shallow pools, with backward-bent
head, so do I look at the throng of grey little waves and wills and
Too long have we acknowledged them to be right, those petty people: SO
we have at last given them power as well;--and
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In so far, dreaming is a recreation for the brain, which by day has to satisfy the stern demands of thought, as they are laid down by the higher culture.Page 26
INTOXICATED BY THE SCENT OF THE BLOSSOMS.Page 41
Whilst they spread this doubt they always uprear another pillar of their power; even the free-thinker does not dare to withstand such.Page 50
--When any one submits under certain conditions to.Page 58
But _do_ we ever know entirely how an action hurts another? As far as our nervous system extends we protect ourselves from pain; if it extended farther, to our fellow-men, namely, we should do no one an injury (except in such cases as we injure ourselves, where we cut ourselves for the sake of cure, tire and exert ourselves for the sake of health).Page 65
To him Nature--uncomprehended, terrible, mysterious Nature--must appear as the _sphere of liberty,_ of voluntariness, of the higher power, even as a superhuman degree of existence, as God.Page 83
--It is precisely the _original_ artists, those who create out of their own heads, who in certain circumstances can bring forth complete _emptiness_ and husk, whilst the more dependent natures, the so-called talented ones, are full of memories of all manner of goodness, and even in a state of weakness produce something tolerable.Page 107
But after Voltaire the French themselves suddenly lacked the great talents which would have led the development of tragedy out of constraint to that apparent freedom; later on they followed the.Page 110
and rendered mythical almost to the point of invisibility; contemporary feeling and the problems of contemporary society reduced to the simplest forms, stripped of their attractive, interesting pathological qualities, made _ineffective_ in every other but the artistic sense; no new materials and characters, but the old, long-accustomed ones in constant new animation and transformation; that is art, as Goethe _understood_ it later, as the Greeks and even the French _practised_ it.Page 111
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the help of painting we should make it quite clear to ourselves what idealising means.Page 165
"Oh Crito, bid some one take those women away!" said Socrates at last.Page 180
On the other hand, appeal should not be made to the panegyric of Pericles, for it is only a great optimistic dream about the alleged necessary connection between the Polis and Athenian culture; immediately before the night fell over Athens the plague and the breakdown of tradition, Thucydides makes this culture flash up once more like of the evil day that had preceded.Page 181
--The Middle Ages present in the Church an institution with an absolutely universal aim, involving the whole of humanity,--an aim,.Page 184
The question may finally be asked: "Does it then _pay,_ all this bloom and magnificence of.Page 190
VANITY AND AMBITION AS EDUCATORS.