That, However, Is - Mediocrity, Though It

When Virtue Has Slept It Will Arise More Vigorous.

Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask.

But Like Infection Is The Petty Thought: It Creeps And Hides, And Wants To Be Nowhere--until The Whole Body Is Decayed And Withered By The Petty Infection... Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

The Poison By Which The Weaker Nature Is Destroyed Is Strengthening To The Strong Individual And He Does Not Call It Poison.

Where Is The Lightning To Lick You With Its Tongue? Where Is The Madness With Which You Should Be Cleansed? Behold, I Show You The Superman. He Is This Lightning, He Is This Madness.