Just see these superfluous ones! They steal the works of the inventors and the treasures of the wise. Culture, they call their theft--and everything becometh sickness and trouble unto them! 56 Around the devisers of new values revolveth the world:--invisibly it revolveth. But around the actors revolve the people and the glory: such is the course of things. 58 Would that ye were perfect--at least as animals! But to animals belongeth innocence. 61 Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many almost a vice. 61 To whom chastity is difficult, it is to be dissuaded: lest it become the road to hell--to filth and lust of soul. 62 If one would have a friend, then must one also be willing to wage war for him: and in order to wage war, one must be _capable_ of being an enemy. 63 In one's friend one shall have one's best enemy. Thou shalt be closest unto him with thy heart when thou withstandest him. 63 Art thou a slave? Then thou canst not be a friend. Art thou a tyrant? Then thou canst not have friends. Far too long hath there been a slave and a tyrant concealed in woman. On that account woman is not yet capable of friendship: she knoweth only love. In woman's love there is injustice and blindness to all she doth not love. And even in woman's conscious love, there is still always surprise and lightning and night, along with the light. 65 Values did man only assign to things in order to maintain himself--he created only the significance of things, a human significance! Therefore, calleth he himself "man," that is, the valuator. 67 A thousand goals have there been hitherto, for a thousand peoples have there been. Only the fetter for the thousand necks is still lacking; there is lacking the one goal. As yet humanity hath not a goal. 69 Do I advise you to neighbour-love? Rather do I advise you to neighbour-flight and to furthest love! Higher than love to your neighbour is love to the furthest and future ones; higher still than love to men, is love to things and phantoms. The phantom that runneth on before thee, my brother, is fairer than thou; why dost thou not give unto it thy flesh and thy bones?... 69 Art thou one _entitled_ to escape from a yoke? Many a one hath cast away his final worth when he hath cast away his servitude. Free from what? What doth that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall thine eye show unto me: free _for what?_ 71 Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman hath one solution--it is called pregnancy. Man is for woman, a means: the purpose is always the child. But what is woman for man? Two different things wanteth the true man: danger and diversion. Therefore wanteth he woman, as the most dangerous plaything. Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior: all else is folly. Two sweet fruits--these the warrior liketh not. Therefore liketh he woman;--bitter is ever the sweetest woman.