Morality Is The Herd-instinct In The Individual.

O My Brothers, Am I Then Cruel? But I Say: That Which Is Falling Should Also Be Pushed!

Why Couldn't The World That Concerns Us- Be A Fiction? And If Somebody Asked, 'but To Be A Fiction There Surely Belongs An Author?'- Couldn't One Answer Simply: 'why? Doesn't This "belongs" Perhaps Belong To The Fiction, Too?'

In Every Age The Wisest Have Passed The Identical Judgment On Life: It Is Worthless.

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

The Free Man Is A Warrior.