A by-way to my purpose.

A cast which ye made had failed.

"A cheerful old man?"

A child even findeth cause for it.

A child told it to me.

A first motion?

A folly would it be!

Afric manner, solemnly!

Ah, a fool becometh every prisoner!

A half-eternity!

A haven towards which my sail is set?

Ah, fate and sea!

Ah, how great must that self-love be!

Ah, how I am weary of the poets!

Ah, if only it be still true to-day!

Ah, loathing!

Ah, my brethren!

Ah, my friends!

Ah, my hardest path must I ascend!

Ah, that his best is so very small!

Ah, that I were dark and nightly!

Ah, the filth of soul in the twain!

Ah, the poverty of soul in the twain!

Ah, this mad old fool, Wisdom!

Ah, this sombre nocturnal vexation!

Ah, this sombre, sad sea, below me!

Ah, why doth the worm still burrow?

Alas, wilt thou now go ashore?

A laughing-stock, a thing of shame.

A light hath dawned upon me.

All is indifferent!

All living things are obeying things.

All things want to be thy physicians!

Already have I died.

Am I a soothsayer?

Am I divine for thee?

Am I indeed a ghost?

Am I not transformed?

Am I spiritual for thee?

Am I then a dog?

Am I worldly for thee?

And about thee, thou unhappy one!

And above me—what rosy red stillness!

And all complaining, accusing?

And all the whispering?

And believe me, friend Hullabaloo!

And better still: be ashamed of him!

And deeper than the day could read.

And do not forget the good laughter!

And do not forget your legs!

And extraordinary!

And forsooth!

And he who can, will not!

and his voice had changed.

And I am also your best enemy.

And I answered: Ah, is it my word?

And I answered: "I am ashamed."

And I feel also that it dreameth.

And in remembrance of me!

And it is about to end.

And it is also a world!

And its eye spake unto me.

And just behold, my friends!

And just own to it!

And keep your reasons secret!

And lonesomeness!

And neither shall they become so!

And no "contract"!

And one should not wish to enjoy!

And only for creating shall ye learn!

And people think it so?

And quickly, wickedly springing!

And that they are on the way to me?

And the gateway?

And the litany sounded thus: Amen!

And there cometh also mine!

And the spider?

And they also are preachers of death.

And they hit it!

And thirst for the nightly!

And verily, O my soul!

And verily, ye good and just!

And what took place then, think ye?

And when doth this take place?

And when I looked around me, lo!

And would ye hear this likewise?

And ye looked on at it all?

An ear as big as a man!

An emancipator?

An excellent guest's-present!

An idea made this pale man pale.

A north wind am I to ripe figs.

Are they not both—lonesome ones!

Are ye stout-hearted?

Art thou a slave?

Art thou a tyrant?

Art thou not the light of my fire?

A self-rolling wheel?

As if he had ever proved anything!

As the ancient poets relate it.

As yet humanity hath not a goal.

Awake and hearken, ye lonesome ones!

Away, away with thee!

Away, thou woe!

Away with thee, thou blissful hour!

A worthy beginning!

Be a man, Suleika!

Behold the believers of all beliefs!

Behold the good and just!

Belief saveth him; belief in him.

Believe it, my brethren!

Believe me, my brethren!

Be not virtuous beyond your powers!

Be on your guard!

Be shy in accepting!

Beyond good and evil is thy domain.

Beyond man, forsooth?

Beyond thyself shalt thou build.

Both are too burdensome.

But as regards the higher man: well!

But behold, it came about otherwise.

But behold these kine!

But day cometh: so let us part!

But did it ever speak thus?

But for that I have too clean hands.

But he restrained himself.

But he was still immature.

But how did it turn out with me?

But I also—am a soothsayer.

But I am asking the impossible.

But I do not believe in it.

But I—I wish also to push it!

But it breatheth warmly—I feel it.

But it may have been my shadow.

But I would fain find thee again.

But joys all want eternity— Eleven!

But man himself only is hard to bear!

But my pity is not a crucifixion.

But people did not understand him.

But still do I lack my proper men!

But take thy poison back!

But their hour cometh!

But there lay a man!

But they misunderstand one another.

But they received him not.

But to animals belongeth innocence.

But well do I know my valleys.

But what good did it do!

But what good will it do thee?

But what is woman for man?

But what matter about that!

But where are mine animals?

But who could rejoice at that!

But why do I wonder!

But wonder upon wonder!

But, ye others, what do I see?

Certainly it is a bird's stomach.

Cheer up, old bear!

Come thou back!

Come, thou cold and stiff companion!

Consequently—itself also?

Crack not so terribly with thy whip!

Crooked is the path of eternity.

Cruellest goader!

Dangerous is it to be an heir.

Deep is its woe— Eight!

Did ye ever know this?

Distinguish by accepting!

Do according to mine example!

Do I advise you to neighbour-love?

Do I counsel you to chastity?

Do I not fall?

Do I seem to thee discourteous?

Do I speak of filthy things?

"Do I then rest on dry land?"

Do I then strive after happiness?

Do not even whisper!

Do not forget thy whip!

Do not however look at me!

Do not pass by!

Doth not the moon make us drunken?

Doth the abyss here yawn for you?

Eat, and fare ye well!

Either I—or thou!

Entirely hard is only the noblest.

European honour!

Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.

Every monster wouldst thou caress.

Everything is false and foul with us.

Exempt me only from this!

False are even its bowels.

Flee from their invisible vengeance!

Flee into thy solitude!

Flee, my friend, into thy solitude!

For ever away!

For fear—is an exception with us.

Forgive me my sadness!

for he is willing to succumb.

For I love blood.

For I love thee, O eternity!

For it preferreth lamb's flesh.

For I wish to hear thee!

For joys all want—eternity!

For man is the cruellest animal.

For that I am too weak.

For the creators are hard.

For thee it is a shame to pray!

For the evil is man's best force.

For the way—it doth not exist!

For thus do ye live—best!

For why the ladder?

For ye do not understand me!

Free, dost thou call thyself?

Free from what?

Give ardent fingers!

Give heartening charcoal-warmers!

Give love to me—who warm'th me still?

Give me thy hand!

Give me thy hand—ha!

Goad further!

Goeth he not along like a dancer?

Go not away!

Good manners!

Good manners

Good men never speak the truth.

Go rather to the animals!

Grasp at God's woe, not at me!

Guard against injuring the anchorite!

Had I awakened?

Had I dreamt?

Had I ever heard a dog howl thus?

Happiness, however, is a woman.

Hath he then children?

Hath time flown away?

Have I created it and the world?

Have I ever named her name to you?

Have I not cut thee!

Have I not fallen—hark!

Have I not sunk into deep wells?

Have I spoken unspeakable things?

Have I—still a goal?

Have pity upon thy foot!

Have ye already flown high enough?

Have ye courage, O my brethren?

Have ye divined what it would say?

Have ye ever cried thus?

Have ye ever spoken thus?

Have ye now learned my song?

Hearest thou?

Hear it, ye creating ones!

Hearken, ye judges!

Hear that, ye boys!

Hear ye it not?

He had perhaps gone to sleep?

He, however, calleth it his "pity."

He is too old!

He meant to rob.

He—of truth the wooer?

Here however is my court.

Here is my domain!

Here the youth was silent.

He sprang from the populace.

He was a hidden God, full of secrecy.

He was also indistinct.

He who commandeth great things.

Honour thus—mine ugliness!

Hot noontide sleepeth on the fields.

How can I give every one his own!

How could an anchorite forget!

How could he requite!

How could it become turbid thereby!

How could ye perish so soon for me!

How did I ever bear it?

How doth this happen!

How doth this harmonise?

How hath that happened unto him?

How I distrust all of you!

How I hate him who flieth!

How I mock at my violent panting!

How it sigheth!

How many things are still possible!

How much contempt is opposed to it!

How much is still possible!

How much of ransom-gold?

How she sigheth!

How tired I am on the height!

How weary I am of my good and my bad!

Humility hath the hardest skin.

I am, and was ever, your counterpart.

I am bringing gifts unto men.

I am not poor enough for that.

I am old enough for it!

I am too pure for thee.

I continued, it hath two faces.

I cook every chance in my pot.

I did it only for amusement!

If it be called swamp or sky?

I forget not my whip?—Not I!

If there was dirt in our ears, well!

If they had—bread for nothing, alas!

I have fallen myself overswinging!

I have spoken my word.

I know the axe that felleth thee.

I know thee well!

I love the forest.

I love the great despisers.

I love you from the very heart.

In effect solemnly!

Invulnerable am I only in my heel.

In your love be your honour!

In your love let there be valour!

I possess you, my children!

I—run away from it.

Is bestowing not a necessity?

Is chastity not folly?

Is he a poet?

Is he a promiser?

I show you the last man.

Is it not 'good manners'?

Is it not with the good and just?

I slept my sleep— Four!

Is my experience but of yesterday?

Is not all weeping complaining?

Is not seeing itself—seeing abysses?

Is not the land more faithful?

Is not the midnight brighter?

Is receiving not—pitying?

Is she beautiful?

Is the sea not full of green islands?

Is this true?

Is to-day the time for it?

I strive after my work!

It—couldst thou not endure!

It is all over.

It is also skin.

It is a new folly!

It is beyond my power!

It is getting on to midnight!

It is gone, mine evil spirit!

It is however a shame to pray!

It is the highest time!

It is the hour of great contempt.

It is the kingdom of the populace.

It is your dearest Self, your virtue.

Its head off!

It stingeth me—alas—to the heart?

It whineth, it barketh, it howleth.

Just see these superfluous ones!

Laugh not at such marriages!

Leave me alone!

Let him go, he is gone.

Let in good air!

Let it run after me!

Let me run after it!

Let mine animals lead me!

Let the world be as it is!

Let us now wander!

Let your distinction be obedience.

Let your peace be a victory!

Light am I: ah, that I were night!

Light is it, verily, feather-light.

Like a deep well is an anchorite.

Like those they thirsted for war.

Lo, I teach you the Superman!

Look at that poor body!

Look at this gateway!

Look out, look out, mine eye!

Lo, there is no requital.

Lo, this is the tarantula's den!

Lo, thou sittest in thy pitch!

Love to man would be fatal to me.

Lo, what fullness is around us!

Madness after the deed, I call this.

Man is a thing too imperfect for me.

May the Lord improve it!

Me—wantst thou?

Moral honour!

Must I ever be on the way?

My brethren in war!

My brother, are war and battle evil?

My cave however is large.

My final bliss!

My fishing-hook!

My home, lonesomeness!

My home, lonesomeness!

My shadow calleth me?

My skin is too pure for thy hands.

My thoughts ran back.

My voice shall soon crow thee awake!

Ne'er sank the world so low!

Neither like to be sought for.

Never yet hath there been a Superman.

Nibbled badly!

Noble enough was he to disavow!

Nobody carrieth gold in his mouth.

No shepherd, and one herd!

No stronger ropes are required there.

Not only one sun had set for me.

Not yet hath he overcome his deed.

Now beside me!

Now hath my last lonesomeness begun.

Now, however, are we firstlings!

Now I love God: men, I do not love.

O afternoon of my life!

O blessed hour of the lightning!

O blessed stillness around me!

O day, thou gropest for me?

Of a panther and eagle—blessedness!

Of truth the wooer?

"Of what account is my happiness!"

Of what, pray, ever jealous?

O happiness before eventide!

O happiness, O pain!

O haven upon high seas!

Oh break, thou heart!

O heaven above me!

O heaven above me, thou modest one!

Oh, I have found it, my brethren!

Oh, that their best is so very small!

Oh, the craving to crave!

Oh, the darkening of my sun!

Oh, the misery of all bestowers!

Oh, the silence of all shining ones!

Oh, the violent hunger in satiety!

Oh, those good ones!

O human hubbub, thou wonderful thing!

Oh, weep ye not, Gentle spirits!

Oh, ye violators of noble names!

O lonesomeness!

O man, take heed!

O mine animals, are ye also cruel?

O mine old heart: woe saith: hence!

O my brethren!

O my brethren, am I then cruel?

O my friends!

One beareth only the unfortunate!

One should live on mountains.

One should not stir up the marsh.

On it do I collapse.

Only the birds are still beyond him.

O peace in uncertainty!

Open your wits!

O pure odours around me!

Or a child that hath been born thee?

Or a dream-reader?

Or a drop of dew?

Or a drunkard?

Or a fulfiller?

Or a fume and fragrance of eternity?

Or a midnight-bell?

Or an evil one?

Or at the best, cows.

Or did it learn it from me?

Or evil expectations?

Or shall our pledging be blundering?

Or take revenge?

Or thy finger only!

Or to maidens' feet with fine ankles?

O thou, my happiness before sunrise!

Our 'good society'?

O world, thou wantest me?

O ye wags and barrel-organs!

Perhaps he hath deceived you.

Perhaps of me?

Perhaps thou grindest corn.

Pierce through and rend my heart!

Praises on what maketh hardy!

Preserve me from all small victories!

Raise no longer an arm against them!

Raise not a finger against it!

Rather curse a little also!

Read my riddle!

Said ye ever Yea to one joy?

Sawest thou ever thy friend asleep?

Say then: who am I!

See them clamber, these nimble apes!

Shall I bear false witness?

Shall I commit adultery?

Shameless one!

Shared injustice is half justice.

Smell ye it not?

Smite deeper!

Smite yet once more!

so asketh the last man and blinketh.

So causeth the spirit of gravity.

So desireth good sleep.

So doth it accord with good sleep.

So it is with us also!

So I will appeal to their pride.

So learn to laugh beyond yourselves!

So let me tell you the truth!

Solicit much—that bid'th my pride!

Some inspiring text?

Some solemn exhortation?— Ha!

Sometimes I meant to lie, and behold!

So much less doth life bind me!


So sayest thou.

So shall it be!

so taunted they— Nay!

So they mourn.

Souls are as mortal as bodies.

So willeth my fate.

So willeth your will.

So will I have it.

Speak finally!

Speak no more!

Speak, thou nondescript!

Speak thy word, and succumb!

Spider, why spinnest thou around me?

Stay, sit down!

Still is his soil rich enough for it.

Strange humours hath my hunger.

Such a fool one would have to muzzle!

Such is the nature of living things.

Take good care there, ye higher men!

Take heed lest a statue crush you!

Take what I am!

Take what I have!

That—hath had its time!

That is the first thing!

That is the truth!

That is the way with old people!

that only do I call redemption!

That—seemeth to me bad taste.

That way is bad.

The ass, however, here brayed ye-a.

The best turned weary of their works.

The devil himself is perhaps—skin.

The dog howleth, the moon shineth.

The half-and-half spoil every whole.

The happiness of man is, "I will."

The happiness of woman is, "He will."

The higher man!

The ice however—breaketh gangways!

The lonesomest leg?

The man looked up distrustfully.

The moon is cool, the wind is still.

Then did I haste away.

Then go up to my cave!

Then he sought badly.

Then learn first of all to love.

then said I eagerly: Ah, yes!

Then see to it that ye cease!

Then there cried out of me: Bite!

Then thou canst not be a friend.

Then thou canst not have friends.

The other leg!

The perfect teacheth one to hope.

There are still Happy Isles!

Thereby—hast thou also lost thy way!

Therefore shall they have it hard!

Therefore shall ye be creators!

Therefore shall ye be fighters!

Therefore there are no Gods.

There is always some madness in love.

There is ice in their laughter.

There is no outside!

The rest, however, are cowardly.

The sea stormeth: all is in the sea.

These will I put on the scales.

The small man returneth eternally!

The thawing wind bloweth!

The wind cometh out at last.

The world is deep!

The world is deep, Six!

The world is perfect.

The world sleepeth— Ah!

They are convalescents!

They punish thee for all thy virtues.

They tell me that man loveth himself.

This curse upon you, mine enemies!

This do I speak unto you in parable.

This new table do I place over you!

This parable I speak unto the poets.

Thither leadeth the way to my cave.

Those do I call the all-satisfied.

Those teachers of submission!

Thou abyss of light!

Thou art not great.

Thou art not pleasing unto me.

Thou art now a-weary?

Thou art so very weary?

Thou askest why?

Thou comest,—I hear thee!

Thou crowdst me, pressest— Ha!

Thou dost not believe this?

Thou false coiner!

Thou feelest for my happiness?

Though, alas!


Thou hast lost thy goal.

Thou hearkenest unto my strange soul?

Thou huntsman 'hind the cloud-banks!

Thou liar from the very heart!

Thou liest in the grass.

Thou lightning-veiled one!

Thou lovest me?

Thou noise in dark streets!

Thou noontide sleeper!

"Thou servedst him to the last?"

Thou shakest thy head?

Thou shalt not rob!

Thou shalt not slay!

Thou shalt steal away from thyself!

Thou thyself—verily!

Thou torturer!

Thou unknown one!

Thou unknown one!—Thief!

Thou wilt one day cry: "I am alone!"

Thou wing, fly!

Thou wouldst play me foul?

Three times Nay!

Thus came they to a crossroad.

Thus did I laugh.

Thus did madness preach.

Thus do I ask thee.

Thus do I pray and conjure you.

Thus do I speak unto you cowards!

Thus have I already taught.

Thus—laugheth a God.

Thus seeketh he his own down-going.

Thus shall I will it!

Thus spake the ugliest man.

Thus speaketh the dragon.

Thus speak I to backworldsmen.

Thus there arose some uneasiness.

To be brave is good.

To heart in-clamber?

To him do we convey this ass.

To the heart!

To their body and this earth.

Touch me not!

To whom would I go but unto thee?

To you must I now go down!

To your honour do I say it!

Two kings do I see—and only one ass!

Uncomely goeth he through the world.

Under old rubbish rest bad vapours.

Verily, a new good and evil is it!

Verily, a polluted stream is man.

Verily, do I still live?

Verily, I understand weather-signs!

Wander, thou leg!

Was it not my disgust at the richest?

Weep ye no more, Pallid Dudu!

Weep ye not, ye Date-fruit spirits!

Well, my friend!

Well then, do like me!

Well then, good luck to the repast!

Well then, up now, mine old heart!

Well then, up, ye old legs!

We part here!

What are they about?

What could ye know of virtue!

What did I hear?

What do I know!

What do I seek on the height?

What doth he seek on the height?

What doth it come to!

What doth it concern me?

"What do ye say, mine animals?"

What happened, my brethren?

What happeneth?

What happeneth to me?

What hath befallen me: Hark!

What hath happened unto me?

What have ye done to surpass man?

What is a star?

What is creation?

What is good?

What is heavy?

What is longing?

What is love?

What is the ape to man?

What is the revenge on the witness?

What is this man?

What matter about long life!

What matter about my shadow!

What of fatherland!

What of that!

What seekst thou by thy hearkening?

What seekst thou by thy stealing?

What seekst thou by thy torturing?

What shall he be called by us?

What still remaineth to me?

What to sacrifice!

What unclouded silence!

What wanteth he?

What wanteth he here?

What warrior wisheth to be spared!

What wilt thou?

What wilt thou, unfamiliar—God?

What wisdom in kings!

Whence come the highest mountains?

When cometh mine hour?

Where are we?

Where art thou?

Where art thou gone?

Where I have gone, the way is bad.

Where is beauty?

Where is innocence?

Where there is will to procreation.

Where was now the dwarf?

Which laugh Yea!

Whither hath time gone?

Who art thou?

"Who art thou at all!"

Who art thou then, O my soul!

Who could—recognise you!

Who hath rejuvenated mine eye?

Who is to be master of the world?

Whom do they hate most?

Who still wanteth to obey?

Who still wanteth to rule?

Who taught that to thee?

Who then is your neighbour?

Why didst thou get converted?

Why did the ghost cry: 'It is time!

Why do I not give it?

Why dost thou believe it?

Why dost thou disturb them?

Why dost thou praise me?

Why is it so long night?

Why should one live?

Why wentest thou not into the forest?

Wilt thou have blood?

Wilt thou perhaps sing, O my soul?

Wise fools speak better.

With all of thy great tortures!

Woe saith: Hence!

Woe, woe to the seeking ones!

Wonderful, truly!

World-weary ones!

Wouldst thou get in?

Yea, an attempt hath man been.

Yea, I know thy danger.

Yea, it hath revenged itself!

Ye also now go away, and alone!

Ye are frightened?

Ye creating ones, ye higher men!

Ye crumble away, ye comfortable ones!

Ye do not yet suffer enough for me!

Ye earth-idlers!

Ye enigma-enjoyers!

Ye flee from me?

Ye higher men!

Ye higher men, do ye not feel it?

Ye higher men, what think ye?

Ye old seaman-hearts!

Ye open-hearted ones!

Ye shall not will!

Ye strange ones!

Ye sweetwood-heart Purselets!

Ye tell me, "Life is hard to bear."

Ye tremble at this word?

Ye world-weary ones, however!

Ye would lie if ye spake otherwise!

You do I call—covetous ones!

You, shall one beat with stripes!

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