A Few Hours Of Mountain

My Formula For Greatness In A Human Being Is Amor Fati: That One Wants Nothing To Be Other Than It Is, Not In The Future, Not In The Past, Not In All Eternity.

It Is Difficult To Preach, This Morality Of Mediocrity! It May Never Admit What It Is And What It Wants! It Must Speak About Restraint And Worth And Duty And Love Of One's Neighbor.

What Do You Plan To Do In The Land Of The Sleepers? You Have Been Floating In A Sea Of Solitude, And The Sea Has Borne You Up. At Long Last, Are You Ready For Dry Land? Are You Ready To Drag Yourself Ashore?

In His Heart Every Man Knows Quite Well That, Being Unique, He Will Be In The World Only Once And That No Imaginable Chance Will For A Second Time Gather Together Into A Unity So Strangely Variegated An Assortment As He Is: He Knows It But Hides It Like A Bad Conscience.

It Is Certain That The Jew, If He Desired-or If They Were Driven To It, As The Antisemites Seem To Wish-could Now Have The Ascendancy, Nay, Literally The Supremacy, Over Europe; That They Are Not Working Or Planning For That End Is Equally Sure... The Resourcefulness Of The Modern Jews, Both In Mind And Soul, Is Extraordinary.