Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.

The disappointed one speaks. I searched for great human beings; I always found only the apes of their ideals.

Does not the discipline of the scientific spirit just commence when one no longer harbours any conviction?

Whoever has not two-thirds of his time to himself, is a slave.

Now know I well what people sought formerly above all else when they sought Teachers of virtue. Good sleep they sought for themselves, and poppy-head virtues to promote it! To all those be-lauded sages of the academic chairs, wisdom was sleep Without dreams: they knew no higher significance of life. Even at present, to be sure, there are some like this preacher of virtue, and not always so honorable: but their time is past. And not much longer do they stand: there they already lie. Blessed are those drowsy ones: for they shall soon nod to sleep.-Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Yet tell me, my brothers: if a goal for humanity is still lacking, is there not still lacking--humanity itself?

We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge - and with good reason. We have never sought ourselves - how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? It has rightly been said: "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also"; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are.