With Sturdy Shoulders, Space Stands Opposing All

Ultimately, No One Can Extract From Things, Books Included, More Than He Already Knows.

Weariness That Wants To Reach The Ultimate With One Leap, With One Fatal Leap, A Poor Ignorant Weariness That Does Not Want To Want Any More: This Created All Gods And Afterworlds.

But Thus Do I Counsel You, My Friends: Distrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful! Distrust All Those Who Talk Much Of Their Justice!

The Noble Type Of Man Feels Himself To Be The Determiner Of Values, He Does Not Need To Be Approved Of, He Judges 'what Harms Me Is Harmful In Itself', He Knows Himself To Be That Which In General Accords Honour To Things, He Creates Values.

God Is Dead, But Considering The State The Species Man Is In, There Will Perhaps Be Caves, For Ages Yet, In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown.