This freedom and celestial serenity did I put like an azure bell above all things, when I taught that over them and through them, no "eternal will"--willeth. This wantonness and folly did I put in place of that will, when I taught that "In everything there is one thing impossible--rationality!" 201 I pass through this people and keep mine eyes open: they do not forgive me for not envying their virtues. They bite at me, because I say unto them that for small people, small virtues are necessary--and because it is hard for me to understand that small people are _necessary!_ 203 Only he who is man enough, will--_save the woman_ in woman. 205 So much kindness, so much weakness do I see. So much justice and pity, so much weakness. Round, fair, and considerate are they to one another, as grains of sand are round, fair, and considerate to grains of sand. Modestly to embrace a small happiness--that do they call "submission"! and at the same time they peer modestly after a new small happiness. In their hearts they want simply one thing most of all: that no one hurt them. Thus do they anticipate every one's wishes and do well unto every one. That, however, is _cowardice,_ though it be called "virtue." And when they chance to speak harshly, those small people, then do _I_ hear therein only their hoarseness--every draught of air maketh them hoarse. Shrewd indeed are they, their virtues have shrewd fingers. But they lack fists: their fingers do not know how to creep behind fists. Virtue for them is what maketh modest and tame: therewith have they made the wolf a dog, and man himself man's best domestic animal. "We set our chair in the _midst_"--so saith their smirking unto me--"and as far from dying gladiators as from satisfied swine." That, however, is--_mediocrity,_ though it be called moderation. 206 Those teachers of submission! Wherever there is aught puny, or sickly, or scabby, there do they creep like lice; and only my disgust preventeth me from cracking them. 207 Too tender, too yielding: so is your soil! But for a tree to become _great,_ it seeketh to twine hard roots around hard rocks! 208 Do ever what ye will--but first be such as _can will._ 208 Love ever your neighbour as yourselves--but first be such as _love themselves._ 208 Out of love alone shall my contempt and my warning bird take wing; but not out of the swamp! 216 In indulging and pitying lay ever my greatest danger; and all human hubbub wisheth to be indulged and tolerated. 226 He who liveth amongst the good--pity teacheth him to lie. Pity maketh stifling air for all free souls. For the stupidity of the good is unfathomable. 227 Voluptuousness: to free hearts, a thing innocent and free, the garden-happiness of the earth, all the future's thanks overflow to the present. Voluptuousness: only to the withered a sweet poison; to the lion-willed, however, the great cordial, and the reverently saved wine of wines.