Tourists.— They climb mountains like animals, stupid and sweating; one has forgotten to tell them that there are beautiful views on the way up.
The former morality, namely Kant's, demanded of the individual actions which one desired of all men: that was a very naive thing.
Those moralists, on the other hand, who, following in the footsteps of Socrates, offer the individual a morality of self-control and temperance as a means to his own advantage, as his personal key to happiness, are the exceptions.
The psychological problem apparent in the Zarathustra type is how someone who to an unprecedented degree says no and does no to everything everyone has said yes to so far, – how somebody like this can nevertheless be the opposite of a no-saying spirit.
Precisely because of this power that hope has of making the suffering hold out, the Greeks regarded it as the evil of evils, as the most malign of evils; it remained behind at the source of all evil.
The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.
What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?
Where are we headed? Are we not endlessly plunging —backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there an up and a down anymore? Do we not wander as if through an endless nothingness? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Hasn't it grown colder?
All that is rare is for the rare.
I myself, to be sure - I have as yet seen no great man. That which is great, the acutest eye is at present insensible to it. It is the kingdom of the populace.
Thus months and years passed by for the lonely one; but his wisdom grew and caused him pain with its fullness.
Are the axioms of logic adequate to reality or are they a means and measure for us to create reality, the concept reality, for ourselves?