Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of

Man Is A Rope Stretched Between The Animal And The Superman-a Rope Over An Abyss. A Dangerous Crossing, A Dangerous Wayfaring, A Dangerous Looking-back, A Dangerous Trembling And Halting

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.

Without Cruelty There Is No Festival: Thus The Longest And Most Ancient Part Of Human History Teaches And In Punishment There Is So Much That Is Festive!

The Drive Toward The Formation Of Metaphors Is The Fundamental Human Drive, Which One Cannot For A Single Instant Dispense With In Thought , For One Would Thereby Dispense With Man Himself.

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live For Today.