men: their eye saith it--they know nothing better
on earth than to lie with a woman.
Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! if their filth hath
still spirit in it!
Would that ye were perfect--at least as animals! But to animals
Do I counsel you to slay your instincts? I counsel you to innocence in
Do I counsel you to chastity? Chastity is a virtue with some, but with
many almost a vice.
These are continent, to be sure: but doggish lust looketh enviously out
of all that they do.
Even into the heights of their virtue and into their cold spirit doth
this creature follow them, with its discord.
And how nicely can doggish lust beg for a piece of spirit, when a piece
of flesh is denied it!
Ye love tragedies and all that breaketh the heart? But I am distrustful
of your doggish lust.
Ye have too cruel eyes, and ye look wantonly towards the sufferers.
Hath not your lust just disguised itself and taken the name of
And also this parable give I unto you: Not a few who meant to cast out
their devil, went thereby into the swine themselves.
To whom chastity is difficult, it is to be dissuaded: lest it become the
road to hell--to filth and lust of soul.
Do I speak of filthy things? That is not the worst thing for me to do.
Not when the truth is filthy, but when it is shallow, doth the
discerning one go unwillingly into its waters.
Verily, there are chaste ones from their very nature; they are gentler
of heart, and laugh better and oftener than you.
They laugh also at chastity, and ask: "What is chastity?
Is chastity not folly? But the folly came unto us, and not we unto it.
We offered that guest harbour and heart: now it dwelleth with us--let it
stay as long as it will!"--
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XIV. THE FRIEND.
"One, is always too many about me"--thinketh the anchorite. "Always once
one--that maketh two in the long run!"
I and me are always too earnestly in conversation: how could it be
endured, if there were not a friend?
The friend of the anchorite is always the third one: the third one is
the cork which preventeth the conversation of the two sinking into the
Ah! there are too many depths for all anchorites. Therefore, do they
long so much for a friend, and for his elevation.
Our faith in others betrayeth wherein we would fain have faith in
ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer.
And often with our love we
battlefield of thought, on which there is no quarter, and for which no Geneva Convention has yet been established or even thought of.Page 8
My father died in his six-and-thirtieth year: he was delicate, lovable, and morbid, like one who is preordained to pay simply a flying visit--a gracious reminder of life rather than life itself.Page 11
He instinctively gathers his material from all he sees, hears, and experiences.Page 17
This was the superfluous and foolish element in my existence; something from which nothing could spring, and for which there can be no settlement and no compensation.Page 28
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rolled Over the glittering rim away.Page 49
Morality is not assailed, it simply ceases to be considered.Page 63
2 In order to understand this type, you must first be quite clear concerning its fundamental physiological condition: this condition is what I call _great healthiness.Page 69
Before my time such emerald joys and divine tenderness had found no tongue.Page 73
Cruelty is here exposed, for the first time, as one of the oldest and most indispensable elements in the foundation of culture.Page 76
When I was last in Germany, I found German taste striving to grant Wagner and the _Trumpeter of Sakkingen_ equal rights; while I myself witnessed the attempts of the people of Leipzig to do honour to one of the most genuine and most German of musicians,--using German here in the old sense of the word,--a man who was no mere German of the Empire, the master Heinrich SchÃ¼tz, by founding a Liszt Society, the object of which was to cultivate and spread artful (_listige_) Church music.Page 83
And darker yet and truer looks the fir-tree Than e'er before.Page 109
Give answer to the flame's impatience, Let me, the fisher on high mountains, Catch my seventh, last solitude!---- FAME AND ETERNITY I Speak, tell me, how long wilt thou brood Upon this adverse fate of thine? Beware, lest from thy doleful mood A countenance _90_ dark is brewed That men in seeing thee divine A hate more bitter than the brine.Page 110
Let thy purse be deep, And let their greedy paws unhindered creep Into its depths.Page 114
40 A strange breath breathes and spits at me, Am I a mirror, that straightway is clouded? 41 Little people, Confiding, open-hearted, But low-built portals, Where only the low of stature can enter.Page 118
87 Already he mimics himself, Already weary he grows, Already he seeks the paths he has trod-- Who of late still loved all tracks untrodden! Secretly burnt-- Not for his faith, Rather because he had lost the heart To find new faith.