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When Zarathustra Was Alone . . . He Said To His Heart: "could It Be Possible! This Old Saint In The Forest Hath Not Yet Heard Of It, That God Is Dead!"

The Disappointed One Speaks. I Searched For Great Human Beings; I Always Found Only The Apes Of Their Ideals.

And This Do I Call Immaculate Perception Of All Things: To Want Nothing Else From Them, But To Be Allowed To Lie Before Them As A Mirror With A Hundred Facets.

Every Week We Ought To Have One Hour For Recieving Letters, Then Go Take A Bath.

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.