There Is A Stupid Humility That Is

A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.

But Like Infection Is The Petty Thought: It Creeps And Hides, And Wants To Be Nowhere--until The Whole Body Is Decayed And Withered By The Petty Infection... Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

From The State The Exceptional Individual Cannot Expect Much. He Is Seldom Benefited By Being Taken Into Its Service; The Only Certain Advantage It Can Give Him Is Complete Independence. Only Real Culture Will Prevent Him Being Too Early Tired Out Or Used Up, And Will Spare Him The Exhausting Struggle Against Culture-philistinism.

Our Knowledge Will Take Its Revenge On Us, Just As Ignorance Exacted Its Revenge During The Middle Ages.

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.