have suffered too much--:
so they want to make others suffer.
Bad enemies are they: nothing is more revengeful than their meekness.
And readily doth he soil himself who toucheth them.
But my blood is related to theirs; and I want withal to see my blood
honoured in theirs."--
And when they had passed, a pain attacked Zarathustra; but not long had
he struggled with the pain, when he began to speak thus:
It moveth my heart for those priests. They also go against my taste; but
that is the smallest matter unto me, since I am among men.
But I suffer and have suffered with them: prisoners are they unto me,
and stigmatised ones. He whom they call Saviour put them in fetters:--
In fetters of false values and fatuous words! Oh, that some one would
save them from their Saviour!
On an isle they once thought they had landed, when the sea tossed them
about; but behold, it was a slumbering monster!
False values and fatuous words: these are the worst monsters for
mortals--long slumbereth and waiteth the fate that is in them.
But at last it cometh and awaketh and devoureth and engulfeth whatever
hath built tabernacles upon it.
Oh, just look at those tabernacles which those priests have built
themselves! Churches, they call their sweet-smelling caves!
Oh, that falsified light, that mustified air! Where the soul--may not
fly aloft to its height!
But so enjoineth their belief: "On your knees, up the stair, ye
Verily, rather would I see a shameless one than the distorted eyes of
their shame and devotion!
Who created for themselves such caves and penitence-stairs? Was it not
those who sought to conceal themselves, and were ashamed under the clear
And only when the clear sky looketh again through ruined roofs, and down
upon grass and red poppies on ruined walls--will I again turn my heart
to the seats of this God.
They called God that which opposed and afflicted them: and verily, there
was much hero-spirit in their worship!
And they knew not how to love their God otherwise than by nailing men to
As corpses they thought to live; in black draped they their corpses;
even in their talk do I still feel the evil flavour of charnel-houses.
And he who liveth nigh unto them liveth nigh unto black pools, wherein
the toad singeth his song with sweet gravity.
Better songs would they have to sing, for me to believe in their
Saviour: more like saved ones would his disciples have to appear unto
Naked, would I like to see them: for beauty alone should preach
penitence. But whom would that
Secondly, in his moments of freedom from pain and gloom his thoughts will be all the more brilliant.Page 13
Were the existence of such a world ever so well proved, the fact would nevertheless remain that it would be precisely the most irrelevant of all forms of knowledge: more irrelevant than the knowledge of the chemical analysis of water to the sailor in danger in a storm.Page 36
--People who are cruel nowadays must be accounted for by us as the grades of earlier civilisations which have survived; here are exposed those deeper formations in the mountain of humanity which usually remain concealed.Page 37
The good are a caste, the bad are a mass like dust.Page 39
all those moments of comfort in which every day is rich, even in the most harried of human lives.Page 57
THE HARMLESSNESS OF MALICE.Page 67
Through all these magic relations to nature, countless ceremonies have been called into life; and at last, when the confusion has grown too great, an endeavour has been made to order and systematise them, in order that the favourable course of the whole progress of nature, _i.Page 70
Consequently it will perish.Page 78
affection and the understanding of their deed vanish.Page 92
On the other hand, it may at least be questioned whether the superstition of genius, of its privileges and special faculties, is useful for a genius himself when it implants itself in him.Page 93
His attitude is the Ã¦sthetic attitude towards a work of art, that of the creator; the one first described, with regard solely to the material, is that of he people.Page 105
--As a general rule we no longer understand architecture, at least by no means in the same way as we understand music.Page 115
THE STANDARDS AND VALUES OF THE FETTERED SPIRITS.Page 147
with children.Page 177
As soon as this happens, the sentiment of persons still religiously disposed, who formerly adored the State as something half sacred or wholly sacred, changes into decided _hostility to the State;_ they lie in wait for governmental measures, seeking to hinder, thwart, and disturb as much as they can, and, by the fury of their contradiction, drive the opposing parties, the irreligious ones, into an almost fanatical enthusiasm _for_ the State; in connection with which there is also the silently co-operating influence, that since their separation from religion the hearts of persons in these circles are conscious of a void, and seek by devotion to the State to provide themselves provisionally with a substitute for religion, a kind of stuffing for the void.Page 179
For it desires such an amount of State power as only despotism has possessed,--indeed, it outdoes all the past, in that it aims at the complete annihilation of the individual, whom it deems an unauthorised luxury of nature, which is to be improved by it into an appropriate _organ of the general community.Page 182
--It is nothing but fanaticism and beautiful soulism to expect very much (or even, much only) from humanity when it has forgotten how to wage war.Page 187
Later on one really _seems_ more,--but one has lost the good belief in _being_ much,--unless one remain for life an incorrigible fool of vanity.Page 203