"...I hate idlers who read.
I hate a drifter who recognises the reader.
nothing to write, after a century of reading
will smell of the soul itself.
The fact that everyone can learn to read distorts not only writing but also thinking.
The soul was once God, then it became human, now it is becoming common.
Who writes aphorisms in blood: He wishes to be memorised, not read.
The shortest way up the mountain is from hill to hill. But it requires long legs.
The aphorisms are like these hills, and those who will recite them must be tall and well-built.
The air is light and clean, the danger is near and the soul
full of gleeful mischief,
They're good for each other.
I want to see giants around me, because I'm brave.
Courage, which frightens the giants, creates giants for itself. Courage wants to laugh.
I no longer hear like you. This black and heavy thing I see beneath me that makes me laugh.
the cloud is your storm cloud.
When you want ascension, you look up. But because I'm high.
I look down. I'm looking at the same thing
who's laughing at the time? Of the highest mountains
who has risen above all the dramas and dramas
laughs at its seriousness.
This is how the carefree, cynical, demanding mind wants to see us.
She is a woman and always loves a fighter. You say to me: "It's hard to carry life": But your pride of the afternoon
What good is your surrender in the evening?
Life is hard to bear: But don't be so coy! We're all well-adjusted
donkeys.
We're donkeys, because a dewdrop was found on you.
trembling, like a rosebud
Is there any?
It's true: We love life. But not because we're used to living, but because we're used to loving.
There's always a little madness in love. But
there's always some wisdom in madness. With life.
and I'm the one who's at peace, butterflies and soap
foam, and that among men, their likenesses are the ones who understand bliss the most.
I think.
Seeing these giddy, thin, delirious, playful spirits vibrating, this was what drove Zarathustra to tears and ballads.
I could only believe in a God who knew how to dance. And when I saw my demon.
I find him dignified, deep-rooted, deep and formal.
He was the soul of his weight. Everything falls through him.
It is killed not with anger, but with a smile.
Come on, let's kill the spirit of heaviness.
I learnt to walk: I've learnt to walk
I make myself walk.
I learnt to fly: Since then I've never needed to be pushed to move.
no more.
Now, I'm light. Now, I fly. And now,
I see myself beneath me.
Now, a god dances through me."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
