Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall your eye show to me: free for what?
Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.
Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!
Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?
Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.
At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.