Here The Spirit Becomes A Lion Who

We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

Beauty Is For The Artist Something Outside All Orders Of Rank, Because In Beauty Opposites Are Tamed; The Highest Sign Of Power, Namely Power Over Opposites; Moreover, Without Tension: - That Violence Is No Longer Needed: That Everything Follows, Obeys, So Easily And So Pleasantly - That Is What Delights The Artist's Will To Power.

Not Necessity, Not Desire - No, The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Men. Let Them Have Everything - Health, Food, A Place To Live, Entertainment - They Are And Remain Unhappy And Low-spirited: For The Demon Waits And Waits And Will Be Satisfied.

I Love Him Who Chasteneth His God, Because He Loveth His God: For He Must Succumb Through The Wrath Of His God.

But What If Pleasure And Pain Should Be So Closely Connected That He Who Wants The Greatest Possible Amount Of The One Must Also Have The Greatest Possible Amount Of The Other, That He Who Wants To Experience The "heavenly High Jubilation," Must Also Be Ready To Be "sorrowful Unto Death"?