幸运飞艇福彩中心

幸运飞艇福彩中心幸运飞艇福彩中心

幸运飞艇福彩中心

Flee, my friend, into thy solitude! I see thee deafened with the noise of the great men, and stung all over with the stings of the little ones.—For there is a salt which uniteth good with evil; and even the evilest is worthy, as spicing and as final over-foaming:—But this word will I say unto mine enemies: What is all manslaughter in comparison with what ye have done unto me! 幸运飞艇福彩中心 Away with thee, thou blissful hour! With thee hath there come to me an involuntary bliss! Ready for my severest pain do I here stand:—at the wrong time hast thou come!And also this parable give I unto you: Not a few who meant to cast out their devil, went thereby into the swine themselves.A blesser have I become and a Yea-sayer: and therefore strove I long and was a striver, that I might one day get my hands free for blessing.LXVIII. THE VOLUNTARY BEGGAR. Mute o’er the raging sea hast thou risen for me to-day; thy love and thy modesty make a revelation unto my raging soul. Thou thyself seemest to me awakened: what didst thou do? why didst THOU turn round? Why didst THOU get converted? Speak, thou nondescript!”To the lone-dwellers will I sing my song, and to the twain-dwellers; and unto him who hath still ears for the unheard, will I make the heart heavy with my happiness.—One doth it too, when one view’th it long!—Long adown the precipice look, Open still remaineth a free life for great souls. Verily, he who possesseth little is so much the less possessed: blessed be moderate poverty!Here fly open unto me all being’s words and word-cabinets: here all being wanteth to become words, here all becoming wanteth to learn of me how to talk.Moral honour! European honour!There, where the state ceaseth—there only commenceth the man who is not superfluous: there commenceth the song of the necessary ones, the single and irreplaceable melody.It moveth my heart for those priests. They also go against my taste; but that is the smallest matter unto me, since I am among men. 幸运飞艇福彩中心 Lo, I teach you the Superman!Thou robber ‘hind the cloud-banks...Who art thou then, O my soul!” (and here he became frightened, for a sunbeam shot down from heaven upon his face.)Companions, the creator seeketh, and such as know how to whet their sickles. Destroyers, will they be called, and despisers of good and evil. But they are the reapers and rejoicers.Verily, I have taken from you a hundred formulae and your virtue’s favourite playthings; and now ye upbraid me, as children upbraid. But THEIR hour cometh! And there cometh also mine! Hourly do they become smaller, poorer, unfruitfuller,—poor herbs! poor earth!With cattish wantonness,They are antithetical to one another, these roads; they directly abut on one another:—and it is here, at this gateway, that they come together. The name of the gateway is inscribed above: ‘This Moment.’“Nay! Merely poet! Virtue for them is what maketh modest and tame: therewith have they made the wolf a dog, and man himself man’s best domestic animal. 20.“Amen! So shall it be!” said Zarathustra, with great astonishment; “up thither leadeth the way, there lieth the cave of Zarathustra.Injustice and filth cast they at the lonesome one: but, my brother, if thou wouldst be a star, thou must shine for them none the less on that account!—Until over calm longing seas the bark glideth, the golden marvel, around the gold of which all good, bad, and marvellous things frisk:— 幸运飞艇福彩中心 Willing emancipateth: what doth Willing itself devise in order to get free from its tribulation and mock at its prison?Thus saith the fool: “Association with men spoileth the character, especially when one hath none.”Shouldest rove, sinful-sound and fine-coloured,Virtue for them is what maketh modest and tame: therewith have they made the wolf a dog, and man himself man’s best domestic animal. Thus spake Zarathustra.