The Portable Nietzsche (Portable Library)

” Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.

overcome—that man is a bridge and no end: proclaiming himself blessed in view of his noon and evening, as the way to new dawns—Zarathustra’s word of the great noon, and whatever else I hung up over man like the last crimson light of evening.

Only the noblest is altogether hard.

Do you know the voluptuous delight which rolls stones into steep depths? These human beings of today—look at them, how they roll into my depth!

Rather spit on the city gate and turn back. Here is hell for a hermit’s thoughts: here great thoughts are boiled alive and cooked till they are small. Here all great feelings decay: only the smallest rattleboned feelings may rattle here.

And how much honey of hope I carried from here to my beehives!

That life may be good to look at, its play must be well acted; but for that good actors are needed.

There is little of man here; therefore their women strive to be mannish. For only he who is man enough will release the woman in woman.

O my friends, you shall save yourselves; therefore you must pass by much—especially much rabble who raise a din in your ears about the people and about peoples. Keep your eyes undefiled by