Character: Zarathustra. Page 3

An evil deed is like a boil: it itches and itches and festers - it says frankly.

The symbols are all names of good and evil: they Express nothing, they just wink. The madman is the one who requires knowledge from them.

Deep spring like a hermit. Easy to throw a stone at him; but if he fell to the bottom, tell me, who wants to get it again?

It is more noble to consider oneself wrong than to be right, especially if you're right.

And when I curse you, I don't like that you want to bless those who curse. And you better damn bit!

My first human wisdom that I allow myself to cheat, not to be careful from cheaters.

Our belief in other issues where we would like to believe in themselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer.

Who cannot command himself should obey. Others can control themselves, but they still lack a lot to be able to obey themselves.

And here is what I learned from them: the one who praises pretends he pays tribute, but really he wants to get even more.

Happiness runs after me. This is because I don't chase women. But happiness is a woman.

Courage is the best lethal weapon: courage kills even compassion. Compassion also is the deepest abyss: for how deeply the man looks into life, so deeply he visits the suffering.

His silence oppressed me; and indeed, two people can be more lonely than alone with him.

And if you don't have any more stairs, you'll have to learn to climb on his own head: how else would you like to rise above? On your own head and later through his own heart! Now all the gentle you should be most severe. Who are always very beach itself, at the end is ill from excessive caution. Praise all that tempers! I do not praise the land, a land flowing with oil and honey!

Who does not believe himself always lies.