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You go above and beyond them: but the higher you climb, the smaller the eye of envy perceives you.
And beware of the good and the just! They like to crucify those who invent their own virtue — they hate the loners.
Believe me, my brothers! He died too early: he himself would have recanted his teaching had he reached my age! He was noble enough to recant!
Physician, heal thyself: thus you help your patient, too. Let this be his best help, to see with his own eyes the one who heals himself.
Small thoughts, however, are the worst thing. Verily, better even to have wrought evil than to have thought small!
And they knew no other way to love their God than to nail men to the cross!
And again there are those who hold it a virtue to say: “Virtue is necessary”; but deep down they only believe that the police are necessary.
For so you speak: “Real are we completely, without beliefs and superstitions”:
“God is dead; God has died of his pity for man.”
“He who loved and possessed him the most has now also lost him the most —:
“I know you well,” he said in a bronze-like voice: “You are the murderer of God!
“How is man to be best, longest, most agreeably preserved? With this — they are the masters of today. Conquer these masters of today, O my brothers, — these small people: they are the Superman’s greatest danger!
Have you courage, O my brothers? Are you stout-hearted? Not courage before witnesses, but hermit- and eagle-courage, which no God even watches anymore. Cold souls, mules, the blind, the intoxicated I do not call stout-hearted. He has heart who knows fear but vanquishes fear; he who sees the abyss, but with pride. He who sees the abyss, but with eagles’ eyes, — he who seizes the abyss with eagles’ claws: he has courage.
You higher, men do you think I am here to make well what you have made ill? Or that I wanted to bed you sufferers more comfortably from now on? Or to show new, easier footpaths to you who are unsteady, who have wandered astray, who have climbed astray? No! No! Three times no! Ever more, ever better ones of your kind shall perish, — for you shall have it ever worse and harder. In this way alone — — in this way alone man grows tall, to where the lightning strikes and shivers him: high enough for the lightning!
If you want to get up high, then use your own legs! Do not let yourselves be carried up, do not set yourselves on foreign backs and heads! But you are mounted on horseback? You are riding swiftly up to your goal? All right, my friend! but your lame foot is also on horseback with you! When you are at your goal, when you leap from your horse: on your very height, you higher man, — you will stumble!
Forget this “for” for me, you creators: your very virtue demands that you have nothing to do with “for” and “to” and “because.” You should stop up your ears against these false little words. This “for your neighbor” is only the virtue of the small people: there it is called “birds of a feather” and “One hand washes the other.”: — they have neither the right nor the strength for your self-interest!
Are we not always sitting at a great game-making and game-mocking table? And if something great has failed you, are you yourself therefore — a failure? And if you yourself have failed, is man therefore — a failure? But if man has failed: well then! come on!
The higher its kind, the more rarely a thing succeeds. You higher men here, are you not all — failures? Cheer up, what does it matter! How much is still possible! Learn to laugh at yourselves as one must laugh!
Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high! higher! And do not forget your legs either! Lift up your legs, too, you good dancers, and better yet: stand on your heads!
Pain is also a joy, a curse is also a blessing, night is also a sun, — go away or you will learn: a wise man is also a fool.
what does joy not want! it is thirstier, heartier, hungrier, more horrible, more stealthy than all woe, it wants itself, it bites into itself, the will of the ring strives within it, — — it wants love, it wants hate, it is overrich, bestows, throws away, begs that someone take it, thanks the taker, it would dearly love to be hated,
Well then! The lion has come, my children are near, Zarathustra has become ripe, my hour is come: — This is my morning, my day is begun: up now, up, you great noontide!”
