Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Friedrich NietzscheThus Spoke Zarathustra Gönderileri
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"Good and evil, and rich and poor, and high and trifling, and all the names of values: they shall be weapons and clanging signs that life must overcome itself again and again!
Life itself wants to build itself into the heights with pillars and steps; it wants to gaze into vast distances and out upon halcyon beauties – therefore it needs height!
And because it needs height, it needs steps and contradiction between steps and climbers! Life wants to climb and to overcome itself by climbing."
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"You preachers of equality, the tyrant’s madness of impotence cries thus out of you for 'equality': your secret tyrant’s cravings mask themselves thus in your words of virtue!"
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"Mistrust all in whom the drive to punish is strong! Those are people of bad kind and kin; in their faces the hangman and the bloodhound are visible."
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"What is silent in the father learns to speak in the son; and often I found the son to be the father’s exposed secret."
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“'We want to exact revenge and heap insult on all whose equals we are not' – thus vow the tarantula hearts.
'And ‘will to equality’ – that itself from now on shall be the name for virtue; and against everything that has power we shall raise our clamor!'
You preachers of equality, the tyrant’s madness of impotence cries thus out of you for 'equality': your secret tyrant’s cravings mask themselves thus in your words of virtue!
Aggrieved conceit, repressed envy, perhaps the conceit and envy of your fathers: it erupts from you like a flame and the madness of revenge.
What is silent in the father learns to speak in the son; and often I found the son to be the father’s exposed secret.
They resemble the inspired, but it is not the heart that inspires them – but revenge. And when they are refined and cold, it is not the spirit but envy that makes them refined and cold.
Their jealousy even leads them along the thinkers’ path; and this is the mark of their jealousy – they always go too far, such that their exhaustion must ultimately lay itself to sleep in snow.
From each of their laments revenge sounds, in each of their praisings there is harm, and being the judge is bliss to them.
But thus I counsel you my friends: mistrust all in whom the drive to punish is strong!
Those are people of bad kind and kin; in their faces the hangman and the bloodhound are visible.
Mistrust all those who speak much of their justice! Indeed, their souls are lacking not only honey. And when they call themselves 'the good and the just,' then do not forget that all they lack to be pharisees is – power!"
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"There are those who sit in their swamp and speak thus from out of the reeds: 'Virtue – that means sitting quietly in the swamp. We bite no one and avoid anyone who wants to bite; and in all matters we have that opinion that is given us.'"
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"With their virtue they want to scratch out the eyes of their enemies; and they elevate themselves only to degrade others."
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"And others are proud of their handful of justice, and for its sake they commit outrage against all things, such that the world is drowned in their injustice.
Oh, how foul the word 'virtue' sounds coming from their mouths! And when they say: 'I am just,' then it sounds always like: 'I am just avenged!'
With their virtue they want to scratch out the eyes of their enemies; and they elevate themselves only to degrade others.
And then again there are those who sit in their swamp and speak thus from out of the reeds: 'Virtue – that means sitting quietly in the swamp. We bite no one and avoid anyone who wants to bite; and in all matters we have that opinion that is given us.'
And then again there are those who love gestures and think: virtue is a kind of gesture. Their knees always adore and their hands are extolments of virtue, but their hearts know nothing of it.
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"You love your virtue as the mother her child; but when did anyone ever hear that a mother wanted to be paid for her love?
Your virtue is your dearest self. The ring’s thirst is in you; every ring struggles and turns to reach itself again.
And each work of your virtue is like the star that dies out; always its light is still on its way and wandering – and when will it no longer be on its way?
Thus the light of your virtue is still underway, even when the work is done. And even if now forgotten and dead, its ray of light still lives and wanders.
Your virtue should be your self and not a foreign thing, a skin, a cloaking: that is the truth from the ground of your soul, you virtuous!"
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"You still want to be paid, you virtuous! Want to have reward for virtue, and heaven for earth, and eternity for your today?
And now you’re angry with me for teaching that there is no reward and paymaster? And truly, I do not even teach that virtue is its own reward."
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