A Little Poison Now And Then: That

He Who Has Always Spared Himself Much Will In The End Become Sickly Of So Much Consideration. Praised Be What Hardens!

Everyone Needs A Sense Of Shame, But No One Needs To Feel Ashamed.

The Most Spiritual Men, As The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Their Destruction: In The Labyrinth, In Hardness Against Themselves And Others, In Experiments. Their Joy Is Self-conquest: Asceticism Becomes In Them Nature, Need, And Instinct. Difficult Tasks Are A Privilege To Them; To Play With Burdens That Crush Others, A Recreation. Knowledge-a Form Of Asceticism. They Are The Most Venerable Kind Of Man: That Does Not Preclude Their Being The Most Cheerful And The Kindliest.

Indeed, At Hearing The News That 'the Old God Is Dead', We Philosophers And 'free Spirits' Feel Illuminated By A New Dawn; Our Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Amazement, Forebodings, Expectation - Finally The Horizon Seems Clear Again, Even If Not Bright; Finally Our Ships May Set Out Again, Set Out To Face Any Danger; Every Daring Of The Lover Of Knowledge Is Allowed Again; The Sea, Our Sea, Lies Open Again; Maybe There Has Never Been Such An 'open Sea'.

"god", "immortality Of The Soul", "redemption", "beyond" - Without Exception, Concepts To Which I Have Never Devoted Any Attention, Or Time; Not Even As A Child. Perhaps I Have Never Been Childlike Enough For Them? I Do Not By Any Means Know Atheism As A Result; Even Less As An Event: It Is A Matter Of Course With Me, From Instinct. I Am Too Inquisitive, Too Questionable, Too Exuberant To Stand For Any Gross Answer. God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers - At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!