My death, praise I unto you, the voluntary death, which cometh unto me because I want it. And when shall I want it?--He that hath a goal and an heir, wanteth death at the right time for the goal and the heir. 83 It is your thirst to become sacrifices and gifts yourselves: and therefore have ye the thirst to accumulate all riches in your soul. Insatiably striveth your soul for treasures and jewels, because your virtue is insatiable in desiring to bestow. Ye constrain all things to flow towards you and into you, so that they shall flow back again out of your fountain as the gifts of your love. Verily, an appropriator of all values must such bestowing love become; but healthy and holy, call I this selfishness. 86 When ye are exalted above praise and blame, and your will would command all things, as a loving one's will: there is the origin of your virtue. 87 Remain true to the earth, my brethren, with the power of your virtue! Let your bestowing love and your knowledge be devoted to be the meaning of the earth! Thus do I pray and conjure you. Let it not fly away from the earthly and beat against eternal walls with its wings! 88 The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies, but also to hate his friends. 90 Once did people say God, when they looked out upon distant seas; now, however, have I taught you to say, Superman. 98 Could ye _conceive_ a God?--But let this mean Will to Truth unto you, that everything be transformed into the humanly conceivable, the humanly visible, the humanly sensible! Your own discernment shall ye follow out to the end! 99 Creating--that is the great salvation from suffering, and life's alleviation. But for the creator to appear, suffering itself is needed, and much transformation. 100 What would there be to create if there were--? Gods! 101 Man himself is to the discerning one: the animal with red cheeks. 102 Verily, I like them not, the merciful ones, whose bliss is in their pity: too destitute are they of bashfulness. If I must be pitiful, I dislike to be called so; and if I be so, it is preferably at a distance. 102 Since humanity came into being, man hath enjoyed himself too little: that alone, my brethren, is our original sin! 103 Great obligations do not make grateful, but revengeful; and when a small kindness is not forgotten, it becometh a gnawing worm. 103 The sting of conscience teacheth one to sting. 103 Ah, where in the world have there been greater follies than with the pitiful? And what in the world hath caused more suffering than the follies of the pitiful? Woe unto all loving ones who have not an elevation which is above their pity! Thus spake the devil unto me, once a time: "Even God hath his hell: it is his love for man." 105 All great love is above all its pity: for it seeketh--to create what is loved! "Myself do I offer unto my love, _and my neighbour as myself"_--such is the language of all creators. 105