19 What? Ye chose virtue and the heaving breast, and at the same time ye squint covetously at the advantages of the unscrupulous.—But with virtue ye renounce all “advantages” ... (to be nailed to an Antisemite’s door). 20 The perfect woman perpetrates literature as if it were a petty vice: as an experiment, _en passant,_ and looking about her all the while to see whether anybody is noticing her, hoping that somebody _is_ noticing her. 21 One should adopt only those situations in which one is in no need of sham virtues, but rather, like the tight-rope dancer on his tight rope, in which one must either fall or stand—or escape. 22 “Evil men have no songs.”[1]—How is it that the Russians have songs? 23 “German intellect”; for eighteen years this has been a _contradictio in adjecto._ 24 By seeking the beginnings of things, a man becomes a crab. The historian looks backwards: in the end he also _believes_ backwards. 25 Contentment preserves one even from catching cold. Has a woman who knew that she was well-dressed ever caught cold?—No, not even when she had scarcely a rag to her back. 26 I distrust all systematisers, and avoid them. The will to a system, shows a lack of honesty. 27 Man thinks woman profound—why? Because he can never fathom her depths. Woman is not even shallow. 28 When woman possesses masculine virtues, she is enough to make you run away. When she possesses no masculine virtues, she herself runs away. 29 “How often conscience had to bite in times gone by! What good teeth it must have had! And to-day, what is amiss?”—A dentist’s question. 30 Errors of haste are seldom committed singly. The first time a man always docs too much. And precisely on that account he commits a second error, and then he does too little. 31 The trodden worm curls up. This testifies to its caution. It thus reduces its chances of being trodden upon again. In the language of morality: Humility.— 32 There is such a thing as a hatred of lies and dissimulation, which is the outcome of a delicate sense of humour; there is also the selfsame hatred but as the result of cowardice, in so far as falsehood is forbidden by Divine law. Too cowardly to lie.... 33 What trifles constitute happiness! The sound of a bagpipe. Without music life would be a mistake. The German imagines even God as a songster. 34 _On ne peut penser et écrire qu’assis_ (G. Flaubert). Here I have got you, you nihilist! A sedentary life is the real sin against the Holy Spirit. Only those thoughts that come by walking have any value. 35 There are times when we psychologists are like horses, and grow fretful. We see our own shadow rise and fall before us. The psychologist must look away from himself if he wishes to see anything at all. 36 Do we immoralists injure virtue in any way? Just as little as the anarchists injure royalty. Only since they have been shot at do princes sit firmly on their thrones once more. Moral: _morality must be shot at._ 37