The Earth Is Like The Breasts Of

We Belong To An Age Whose Culture Is In Danger Of Perishing Through The Means To Culture.

Extreme Positions Are Not Succeeded By Moderate Ones But By Extreme Positions Of The Opposite Kind.

One Must Not Let Oneself Be Misled: They Say 'judge Not!' But They Send To Hell Everything That Stands In Their Way.

Enjoyment And Innocence Are The Most Bashful Things: Both Do Not Want To Be Sought.

From The Sun Did I Learn This, When It Goeth Down, The Exuberant One: Gold Doth It Then Pour Into The Sea, Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, -so That The Poorest Fisherman Roweth Even With Golden Oars! For This Did I Once See, And Did Not Tire Of Weeping In Beholding It. - Like The Sun Will Also Zarathustra Go Down: Now Sitteth He Here And Waiteth, Old Broken Tables Around Him, And Also New Tables Half-written.