Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings—the ring of the return?

still Happy Isles! Silence THEREON, thou sighing sorrow-sack!

Thus sighed the soothsayer; with his last sigh, however, Zarathustra again became serene and assured, like one who hath come out of a deep chasm into the light. “Nay! Nay! Three times Nay!” exclaimed he with a strong voice, and stroked his beard—“THAT do I know better! There are

And he who hath to be a creator in good and evil—verily, he hath first to be a destroyer, and break values in pieces.

That doubt’th more eagerly than doth any Elderly married woman. May the Lord improve it! Amen.

Bright and buoyant air, golden-mottled, As goodly air as ever From lunar orb downfell— Be it by hazard, Or supervened it by arrogancy? As the ancient poets relate it. But doubter, I’m now calling it In question: with this do I come indeed Out of Europe,

Ye silent, presentientest Maiden-kittens, Dudu and Suleika, —ROUNDSPHINXED, that into one word I may crowd much feeling: (Forgive me, O God, All such speech-sinning!) —Sit I here the best of air sniffling, Paradisal air, truly,

To the there-named south-fruits now, Similar, all-too-similar, Do I lie here; by little Flying insects Round-sniffled and round-played, And also by yet littler, Foolisher, and peccabler Wishes and phantasies,— Environed by you,

But beauty’s voice speaketh gently: it appealeth only to the most awakened souls.

False is everything in it; with stolen teeth it biteth, the biting one. False are even its bowels.