Reading and Writing (VII) by Friedrich Nietzsche
Reading and Writing (VII) by Friedrich Nietzsche

Reading and Writing (VII)

Friedrich Nietzsche * Track #8 On Thus Spoke Zarathustra

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Reading and Writing (VII) by Friedrich Nietzsche

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Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit

It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood; I hate the reading idlers

He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers—and spirit itself will stink

Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only writing but also thinking

Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becometh populace

He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart

In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks, and those spoken to should be big and tall

The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: thus are things well matched

I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. The courage which scareth away ghosts, createth for itself goblins—it wanteth to laugh

I no longer feel in common with you; the very cloud which I see beneath me, the blackness and heaviness at which I laugh—that is your thunder-cloud

Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because I am exalted

Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted?

He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities

Courageous, unconcerned, scornful, coercive—so wisdom wisheth us; she is a woman, and ever loveth only a warrior

Ye tell me, "Life is hard to bear." But for what purpose should ye have your pride in the morning and your resignation in the evening?

Life is hard to bear: but do not affect to be so delicate! We are all of us fine sumpter asses and assesses

What have we in common with the rose-bud, which trembleth because a drop of dew hath formed upon it?

It is true we love life; not because we are won't to live, but because we are won't to love

There is always some madness in love. But there is always, also, some method in madness

And to me also, who appreciate life, the butterflies, and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them amongst us, seem most to enjoy happiness

To see these light, foolish, pretty, lively little sprites flit about—that moveth Zarathustra to tears and songs

I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance

And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity—through him all things fall

Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!

I learned to walk; since then have I let myself run. I learned to fly; since then I do not need pushing in order to move from a spot

Now am I light, now do I fly; now do I see myself under myself. Now there danceth a God in me.—

Thus spake Zarathustra

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