One man runs to his neighbor because he is looking for himself, and another because he wants to loose himself. Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison for you.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

...one can speak with the utmost clearness, and yet not be heard by anyone.

Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall your eye show to me: free for what?

He who does not desire much more from things than knowledge of them easily makes peace with his soul.

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

A certain type of person strives to become a master over all, and to extend his force, his will to power, and to subdue all that resists it. But he encounters the power of others, and comes to an arrangement, a union, with those that are like him: thus they work together to serve the will to power. And the process goes on.