And Once You Are Awake, You Shall

To Live As I Incline, Or Not To Live At All: So Do I Wish; So Wisheth Also The Holiest. But Alas! How Have I Still - Inclination? Have I-still A Goal? A Haven Towards Which My Sail Is Set?a Good Wind? Ah, He Only Who Knoweth Whither He Saileth, Knoweth What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.what Still Remaineth To Me? A Heart Weary And Flippant; And Unstable Will; Fluttering Wings; A Broken Backbone.this Seeking For My Home: O Zarathustra, Dost Thou Know That This Seeking Hath Been My Home-sickening; It Eateth Me Up.

Truths Are Illusions Of Which One Has Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors That Have Become Worn-out And Deprived Of Their Sensuous Force, Coins That Have Lost Their Imprint And Are Now No Longer Seen As Coins But As Metal.

Sins Are Indispensable To Every Society Organized On An Ecclesiastical Basis; They Are The Only Reliable Weapons Of Power; The Priest Lives Upon Sins; It Is Necessary To Him That There Be Sinning.

The Hypocrite Who Always Plays One And The Same Part Ceases At Last To Be A Hypocrite.

Curiosity Creeps Into The Houses Of The Unfortunate And The Needy Under The Name Of Duty Or Of Pity.