Thus spake Zarathustra

All that proceeds form power is good, all that springs from weakness is bad.

Man is something that has to be surpassed.

Who speak of superearthly hopes are prisoners.

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman, a rope over an abyss.

I love him whose soul is lavish, who wants no thanks and does not give back: for he always bestows and desires not to keep for himself.

The law breaker is the creator. Fellow creators the creator seeks – those who grave new values on new tables.

The spirit becomes a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.

The creator whished to look away from himself, - thereupon he created the world.

The sick and perishing invented the heavenly world.

Who posses little is so much the less possessed.

Around the devisers of new values revolves the world, but around the actors revolve the people and the glory.

Men have given unto themselves all their good and bad. Valuing is creating.

Man is for woman a means. The purpose is always the child.

Two different things wants the true man: danger and diversion. Therefore he wants women, as the most dangerous plaything.

When you have an enemy prove that he has done something good to you.

A higher body shall you create, a first movement, a spontaneously rolling wheel – a creating one shall thou create.

Physician, heal thyself.

This is hardest of all: To close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

If there were gods, how could I endure it to be no God. Therefore there are no gods.

Since humanity came into being, man hath enjoyed himself too little: that is our original sin.

It is difficult to live among men because silence is so difficult.

If a friend doeth thee wrong, then say: Thou hast done it unto thyself.

God is dead: of his pity for man has God died.

Spirit is life which itself cuts into life: by its own torture doth it increase its own knowledge.

To despise the earthly hath your spirit been persuaded, but not your bowels, these however are the strongest in you.

He who does not believe in himself always lies.

All gods are poet sophistications.

To transform every “It was” into “Thus would I have it!” that only do I call redemption.

Time itself is a circle.

Voluptuousness, passion for power, and selfishness: these three things have hitherto been best cursed, these three things will I weigh humanly well.

Hateful to it altogether, and a loathing, is he who will never defend himself, he who swallows down poisonous spittle and bad looks, the all too patient one, the all endurer, the all satisfied one: for that is the mode of slaves.

He who one day teaches men to fly will have shifted all landmarks

He who wishes one day to fly, must learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing: - one does not fly into flying.

False be every truth which has not had laughter along with it.

In solitude there grows whatever one brings into it.

Pain is also a joy, curse is also a blessing, night is also a sun, a sage is also a fool.