Beyond Good And Evil, Aphorism 153

The Higher You Ascend, The Smaller You Appear To The Eye Of Envy. But Most Of All They Hate Those Who Fly.

Immature Is The Love Of The Youth, And Immature His Hatred Of Man And Earth. His Mind And The Wings Of His Spirit Are Still Tied Down And Heavy.

Assuming That He Believes At All, The Everyday Christian Is A Pitiful Figure, A Man Who Really Cannot Count Up To Three, And Who Besides, Precisely Because Of His Mental Incompetence, Would Not Deserve Such A Punishment As Christianity Promises Him.

Man Is Not Equally Moral At All Hours, This Is Well Known. If His Morality Is Judged To Be The Capability For Great Self-sacrificing Resolutions And Self-denial (which, When Continuous And Grown Habitual, Are Called Holiness)

Many Other Such Substitutes For War Will Be Discovered, But Perhaps Precisely Thereby It Will Become More And More Obvious That Such A Highly Cultivated And Therefore Necessarily Enfeebled Humanity As That Of Modern Europe Not Only Needs Wars, But The Greatest And Most Terrible Wars, Consequently Occasional Relapses Into Barbarism, Lest, By The Means Of Culture, It Should Lose Its Culture And Its Very Existence.