Never Trust A Thought That Didn't Come

This Is The Manner Of Noble Souls: They Do Not Want To Have Anything For Nothing; Least Of All, Life. Whoever Is Of The Mob Wants To Live For Nothing; We Others, However, To Whom Life Gave Itself, We Always Think About What We Might Best Give In Return... One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where One Does Not Give Joy.

You May Have Enemies Whom You Hate, But Not Enemies Whom You Despise. You Must Be Proud Of Your Enemy: Then The Success Of Your Enemy Shall Be Your Success Too.

There Is A Great Ladder Of Religious Cruelty, And, Of Its Many Rungs, Three Are The Most Important. People Used To Make Human Sacrifices To Their God, Perhaps Even Sacrificing Those They Loved The Best ... Then, During The Moral Epoch Of Humanity, People Sacrificed The Strongest Instincts They Had, Their 'nature,' To Their God... Finally: What Was Left To Be Sacrificed? ... Didn't People Have To Sacrifice God Himself And Worship Rocks, Stupidity, Gravity, Fate, Or Nothingness Out Of Sheer Cruelty To Themselves?

The Command 'become Hard! ', The Deep Conviction That All Creators Are Hard, Is The Really Distinctive Sign Of A Dionysian Nature.

Do You Call Yourself Free? It Is Your Ruling Thought That I Would Hear, And Not That You Have Escaped From A Yoke.