Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.
Friedrich Nietzscheone does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.
Friedrich Nietzsche