Ye tell me, friends, that there is to be no dispute about taste and tasting? But all life is a dispute about taste and tasting. Taste: that is weight at the same time, and scales and weigher; and alas for every living thing that would live without dispute about weight and scales and weigher! 139 Alien to me, and a mockery, are the present-day men, to whom of late my heart impelled me; and exiled am I from fatherlands and motherlands. Thus do I love only my _children's land,_ the undiscovered in the remotest sea: for it do I bid my sails search and search. Unto my children will I make amends for being the child of my fathers: and unto all the future--for _this_ present-day! 145 Where is innocence? Where there is will to procreation. And he who seeketh to create beyond himself, hath for me the purest will. Where is beauty? Where I _must will_ with my whole Will; where I will love and perish, that an image may not remain merely an image. Loving and perishing: these have rhymed from eternity. Will to love: that is to be ready also for death. 147 Dare only to believe in yourselves--in yourselves and in your inward parts! He who doth not believe in himself always lieth. 147 All Gods are poets-symbolisations, poet-sophistications! 153 "Freedom" ye all roar most eagerly: but I have unlearned the belief in "great events," when there is much roaring and smoke about them. And believe me, friend Hollaballoo! The greatest events--are not our noisiest, but our stillest hours. Not around the inventors of new noise, but around the inventors of new values, doth the world revolve: _inaudibly_ it revolveth. 158 To redeem what is past, and to transform every "It was" into "Thus would have it!"--that only do I call redemption! 168 _The spirit of revenge:_ my friends, that hath hitherto been man's best contemplation; and where there was suffering, it was claimed there was always penalty. "Penalty," so calleth itself revenge. With a lying word it feigneth a good conscience. 169 This is my first manly prudence, that I allow myself to be deceived, so as not to be on my guard against deceivers. 172 He who would not languish amongst men, must learn to drink out of all glasses; and he who would keep clean amongst men, must know how to wash himself even with dirty water. 172 Verily, there is still a future even for evil! And the warmest south is still undiscovered by man. How many things are now called the worst wickedness, which are only twelve feet broad and three months long! Some day, however, will greater dragons come into the world. For that the Superman may not lack his dragon, the superdragon that is worthy of him, there must still much warm sun glow on moist virgin forests! Out of your wild cats must tigers have evolved, and out of your poison-toads, crocodiles: for the good hunter shall have a good hunt!