Thus Spake Zarathustra

by Friedrich Nietzsche

Man is something that is to be surpassed.

One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

"What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?"—so

There is always some madness in love. But there is always, also, some method in madness.

And if it wanted to speak, it would have none who could understand it: so high hath it grown.

Everywhere resoundeth the voices of those who preach death; and the earth is full of those to whom death hath to be preached.

often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

But one must know how to be a sponge, if one would be loved by overflowing hearts.

always to love more than ye are loved,