Where is beauty? Where I must will with my whole Will; where I will love and perish, that an image may not remain merely an image.
Loving and perishing: these have rhymed from eternity. Will to love: that is to be ready also for death. 147
Dare only to believe in yourselves—in yourselves and in your inward parts! He who doth not believe in himself always lieth. 147
All Gods are poets-symbolisations, poet-sophistications! 153
"Freedom" ye all roar most eagerly: but I have unlearned the belief in "great events," when there is much roaring and smoke about them.
And believe me, friend Hollaballoo! The greatest events—are not our noisiest, but our stillest hours.
Not around the inventors of new noise, but around the inventors of new values, doth the world revolve: inaudibly it revolveth. 158
To redeem what is past, and to transform every "It was" into "Thus would have it!"—that only do I call redemption! 168
The spirit of revenge: my friends, that hath hitherto been man's best contemplation; and where there was suffering, it was claimed there was always penalty.