Your enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake
of your thoughts! And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall
still shout triumph thereby!

  Ye shall love peace as a means to new wars- and the short peace more
than the long.

  You I advise not to work, but to fight. You I advise not to peace,
but to victory. Let your work be a fight, let your peace be a victory!

  One can only be silent and sit peacefully when one hath arrow and
bow; otherwise one prateth and quarrelleth. Let your peace be a
victory!

  Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? I say unto
you: it is the good war which halloweth every cause.

  War and courage have done more great things than charity. Not your
sympathy, but your bravery hath hitherto saved the victims.

  "What is good?" ye ask. To be brave is good. Let the little girls
say: "To be good is what is pretty, and at the same time touching."

  They call you heartless: but your heart is true, and I love the
bashfulness of your goodwill. Ye are ashamed of your flow, and
others are ashamed of their ebb.

  Ye are ugly? Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the
mantle of the ugly!

  And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty,
and in your sublimity there is wickedness. I know you.

  In wickedness the haughty man and the weakling meet. But they
misunderstand one another. I know you.

  Ye shall only have enemies to be hated, but not enemies to be
despised. Ye must be proud of your enemies; then, the successes of
your enemies are also your successes.

  Resistance- that is the distinction of the slave. Let your
distinction be obedience. Let your commanding itself be obeying!

  To the good warrior soundeth "thou shalt" pleasanter than "I
will." And all that is dear unto you, ye shall first have it commanded
unto you.

  Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your
highest hope be the highest thought of life!

  Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you
by me- and it is this: man is something that is to be surpassed.

  So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long
life! What warrior wisheth to be spared!

  I spare you not, I love you from my very heart, my brethren in war!-

  Thus spake Zarathustra.

                    11. The New Idol

  SOMEWHERE there are still peoples and herds, but not with us, my
brethren: here there are states.

  A state? What is that? Well! open now your ears unto me, for now
will I say unto you my word concerning the death of peoples.

  A state, is called the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly lieth it
also; and this lie creepeth from its mouth: "I, the state, am the
people."

  It is a lie! Creators were they who created peoples, and hung a
faith and a love over them: thus they served life.

  Destroyers, are they who lay snares for many, and call it the state:
they hang a sword and a hundred cravings over them.

  Where there is still a people, there the state is not understood,
but hated as the evil eye, and as sin against laws and customs.

  This sign I give unto you: every people speaketh its language of
good and evil: this its neighbour understandeth not. Its language hath
it devised for itself in laws and customs.

  But the state lieth in all languages of good and evil; and
whatever it saith it lieth; and whatever it hath it hath stolen.

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

  Confusion of language of good and evil; this sign I give unto you as
the sign of the state. Verily, the will to death, indicateth this
sign! Verily, it beckoneth unto the preachers of death!

  Many too many are born: for the superfluous ones was the state
devised!

  See just how it enticeth them to it, the many-too-many! How it
swalloweth and cheweth and recheweth them!