“Not by anger, but by laughing, one kills. Up, let us kill the Spirit of Heaviness!...”
“Free dost thou call thyself? Thy ruling thoughts will I hear, and not that thou hast escaped a yoke.
“Art thou such a one that can escape a yoke?
“Free from what? What is that to Zarathustra! Clear shall your eye tell me: free to what?
“Canst thou give to thyself thy good and thine evil, and hang thy will above thee as thy law? Canst thou be thine own judge, and avenger of thy law?
“Fearful it is to be alone with the judge and the avenger of thy law. So is a stone flung out into empty space and into the icy breath of isolation.—
“Dost thou know truly, my brother, the word scorn? And the pain of thy righteousness, to be just that which thou dost scorn?...”
“As I lay in sleep a sheep ate up the ivy crown of my head—ate and then said: 'Zarathustra is no more a scholar.'