Or shall I go out as a light does, not first blown out by the wind, but grown tired and weary of itself - a burnt out light? Or finally, shall I blow myself out, so as not to burn out?

A philosophical mythology lies concealed in language, which breaks out again at every moment, no matter how cautious we may be.

I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible.

What is bad? All that proceeds from weakness

Learn to laugh at yourselves as one must laugh!

To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas! how have I still - inclination? Have I-still a goal? A haven towards which MY sail is set?A good wind? Ah, he only who knoweth WHITHER he saileth, knoweth what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.What still remaineth to me? A heart weary and flippant; and unstable will; fluttering wings; a broken backbone.This seeking for MY home: O Zarathustra, dost thou know that this seeking hath been MY home-sickening; it eateth me up.

The thirst for equality can express itself either as a desire to draw everyone down to one's level, or to raise oneself and everyone else up.