There Is No More Dangerous Error Than

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.

Nothing Ever Succeeds Which Exuberant Spirits Have Not Helped To Produce.

There Are Highly Gifted Spirits Who Are Always Infertile Simply Because, Owing To A Weakness In Temperament, They Are Too Impatient To Wait Out Their Pregnancy To Term.

What Then In The Last Resort Are The Truths Of Mankind? They Are The Irrefutable Errors Of Mankind.

Creating-that Is The Great Salvation From Suffering.