Good and evil, and rich and poor, and high and low, and all names of
values: weapons shall they be, and sounding signs, that life must again
and again surpass itself! 119
Steadfast and beautiful, let us also be enemies, my friends I Divinely
will we strive _against_ one another! 120
Hungry, fierce, lonesome, God-forsaken: so doth the lion-will wish
itself.
Free from the happiness of slaves, redeemed from Deities and
adorations, fearless and fear-inspiring, grand and lonesome: so is the
will of the conscientious. 122
Wherever I found a living thing, there found I Will to Power; and even
in the will of the servant found I the will to be master.
That to the stronger the weaker shall serve--thereto persuadeth he his
will who would be master over a still weaker one. That delight alone he
is unwilling to forego.
And as the lesser surrendereth himself to the greater that he may have
delight and power over the least of all, so doth even the greatest
surrender himself, and staketh--life, for the sake of power.
It is the surrender of the greatest to run risk and danger, and play
dice for death. 136
Good and evil which would be everlasting--it doth not exist! Of its own
accord must it ever surpass itself anew. 137
He who hath to be a creator in good and evil--verily, he hath first to
be a destroyer, and break values in pieces. 138
Ye tell me, friends, that there is to be no dispute about taste and
tasting? But all life is a dispute about taste and tasting.
Taste: that is weight at the same time, and scales and weigher; and
alas for every living thing that would live without dispute about
weight and scales and weigher! 139
Alien to me, and a mockery, are the present-day men, to whom of late my
heart impelled me; and exiled am I from fatherlands and motherlands.
Thus do I love only my _children's land,_ the undiscovered in the
remotest sea: for it do I bid my sails search and search.
Unto my children will I make amends for being the child of my fathers:
and unto all the future--for _this_ present-day! 145
Where is innocence? Where there is will to procreation. And he who
seeketh to create beyond himself, hath for me the purest will.
Where is beauty? Where I _must will_ with my whole Will; where I will
love and perish, that an image may not remain merely an image.
Loving and perishing: these have rhymed from eternity. Will to love:
that is to be ready also for death. 147
Dare only to believe in yourselves--in yourselves and in your inward
parts! He who doth not believe in himself always lieth. 147