Thus Spake Zarathustra

But ye, also, my brethren, tell me: What doth your body say about your soul? Is your soul not poverty and pollution and wretched self–complacency?

Verily, a polluted stream is man. One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is that sea; in him can your great contempt be submerged.

I tell you: one must still have chaos in oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.

And just look at these men: their eye saith it—they know nothing better on earth than to lie with a woman.

And just look at these men: their eye saith it—they know nothing better on earth than to lie with a woman.

Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life!

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!

It is true we love life; not because we are wont to live, but because we are wont to love.

It is not enough that ye should reconcile with him whom ye slay. Let your sorrow be love to the Superman: thus will ye justify your own survival!

Enemy" shall ye say but not "villain," "invalid" shall ye say but not "wretch," "fool" shall ye say but not "sinner."