It is the surrender of the greatest to run risk and danger, and play dice for death. 136
Good and evil which would be everlasting—it doth not exist! Of its own accord must it ever surpass itself anew. 137
He who hath to be a creator in good and evil—verily, he hath first to be a destroyer, and break values in pieces. 138
Ye tell me, friends, that there is to be no dispute about taste and tasting? But all life is a dispute about taste and tasting.
Taste: that is weight at the same time, and scales and weigher; and alas for every living thing that would live without dispute about weight and scales and weigher! 139
Alien to me, and a mockery, are the present-day men, to whom of late my heart impelled me; and exiled am I from fatherlands and motherlands.
Thus do I love only my children's land, the undiscovered in the remotest sea: for it do I bid my sails search and search.
Unto my children will I make amends for being the child of my fathers: and unto all the future—for this present-day! 145
Where is innocence? Where there is will to procreation. And he who seeketh to create beyond himself, hath for me the purest will.