Man Is The Cruelest Animal.

I Believe Only In French Culture And Consider Everything In Europe That Calls Itself 'culture' A Misunderstanding, Not To Speak Of German Culture.

Willing Emancipateth: That Is The True Doctrine Of Will And Emancipation - So Teacheth You Zarathustra. No Longer Willing, And No Longer Valuing, And No Longer Creating! Ah, That That Great Debility May Ever Be Far From Me! And Also In Discerning Do I Feel Only My Will's Procreating And Evolving Delight.

The Stronger Becomes Master Of The Weaker, In So Far As The Latter Cannot Assert Its Degree Of Independence Here There Is No Mercy, No Forbearance, Even Less A Respect For "laws.

You Call Yourself Free? I Want To Hear Your Ruling Thought And Not That You Have Escaped A Yoke. Are You Such A One As Was Permitted To Escape A Yoke? There Are Some Who Threw Away Their Ultimate Worth When They Threw Away Their Servitude. Free From What? What Is That To Zarathustra! But Your Eyes Should Announce To Me Brightly: Free For What?

You Know These Things As Thoughts, But Your Thoughts Are Not Your Experiences, They Are An Echo And After-effect Of Your Experiences: As When Your Room Trembles Whe Na Carriage Goes Past. I However Am Sitting In The Carriage, And Often I Am The Carriage Itself. Ina Man Who Thinks Like This, The Dichotomy Between Thinking And Feeling, Intellect And Passion, Has Really Disappeared. He Feels His Thoughts. He Can Fall In Love With An Idea. An Idea Can Make Him Ill.