When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he again looked at the people, and was silent. "There they stand," said he to his heart; "there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.

“The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.”

“The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.”

“It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right --especiall…”

“The bright image projections of the Sophoclean hero--in short, the Apollinian a…”