In case you have never read this book, go do it. It has been one of the most influence books in my life, (among others are the Hagakure, Inherit the Stars, 2001, Armor) this is a major work of Nietzche, who I was actually under the wrong impression was a nihilist for a long time before reading it myself. Our society leaves so many false impressions of books, like I mentioned once (http://wp.me/p2YaVQ-a0) about ‘The Republic’ being anything other than a fascist, genetically engineered doctrine not unlike Nazi Germany while also espouses MGTOW mentalities.
Anyway the purpose of this post is to have some of the best quotes of the book, which in general is about a superior man taking his place in the world apologetically.
Weariness, which seeketh to get to the ultimate with one leap, with
a death-leap; a poor ignorant weariness, unwilling even to will any
longer: that created all Gods and backworlds.
Believe me, my brethren! It was the body which despaired of the body–it
groped with the fingers of the infatuated spirit at the ultimate walls.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his
blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit.
But by my love and hope I conjure thee: cast not away the hero in thy
soul! Maintain holy thy highest hope!
A state, is called the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly lieth
it also; and this lie creepeth from its mouth: “I, the state, am the
people.” …The state, where the slow suicide of all is called ‘life’.
Concerning woman, one should only talk unto men.
Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of the
warrior: all else is folly.
The happiness of man is, “I will.” The happiness of woman is, “He will.”
One should hold fast one’s heart; for when one letteth it go, how
quickly doth one’s head run away!
For men are NOT equal: so speaketh justice. And what I will, THEY may
And I saw a great sadness come over mankind. The best turned weary of their works.
Companions did the creating one once seek, and children of HIS hope: and
lo, it turned out that he could not find them, except he himself should
first create them.
Of man there is little here: therefore do their women masculinise
themselves. For only he who is man enough, will–SAVE THE WOMAN in
Life is a well of delight, but to him in whom the ruined stomach
speaketh, the father of affliction, all fountains are poisoned.
To discern: that is DELIGHT to the lion-willed! But he who hath become
weary, is himself merely “willed”; with him play all the waves.
And such is always the nature of weak men: they lose themselves on their
way. And at last asketh their weariness: “Why did we ever go on the way?
All is indifferent!”
Lastly, the very best quote in the entire book: Companions the creator seeketh, not corpses, not herds or believers either. Fellow creators the creator seeketh, those who grave new values on new tables