This the Church understood: it corrupted the human being, it weakened him – but it claimed to have ‘improved' him...
Certainly one quality which nowadays has been best forgotten—and that is why it will take some time yet for my writings to become readable—is essential in order to practise reading as an art—a quality for the exercise of which it is necessary to be a cow, and under no circumstances a modern man!—rumination. SILS-MARIA, UPPER ENGADINE, July, 1887.
It is the evening that questions thus from within me.
We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value.
And you who are wise and knowledgable, you would flee from the burning sun of that wisdom in which the overman joyously bathes his nakedness. You highest men whom my eyes have seen, this is my doubt concerning you and my secret laughter: I guess that you would call my overman: evil.
Intoxicating joy it is for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, the world once seemed to me.