I Love The Great Despisers

The Most Fatal Seductive Lie That Has Yet Existed

Companions The Creator Seeks, Not Corpses, Not Herds And Believers. Fellow Creators The Creator Seeks -- Those Who Write New Values On New Tablets. Companions The Creator Seeks, And Fellow Harvesters; For Everything About Him Is Ripe For The Harvest.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

The Sick Woman Especially: No One Surpasses Her In Refinements For Ruling, Oppressing, Tyrannising.

It Says Nothing Against The Ripeness Of A Spirit That It Has A Few Worms.