schmelectra

"You tell me 'Life is hard to bear'. But if it were otherwise why should you have your pride in the morning and your resignation in the evening?
Life is hard to bear: but do not pretend to be so tender!
We are all of us pretty fine asses and assesses of burden!
What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?
It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
There is always a certain madness in love but also there is always a certain method in madness.
And to me too, who love life, it seems that butterflies and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them among men, know most about happiness.
To see these light, foolish, dainty, affecting little souls flutter about - that moves Zarathustra to tears and to song.
I should believe only in a god who understood how to dance.
And when i beheld my devil, i found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: it was the Spirit of Gravity - through him all things are ruined.
One does not kill by anger but by laughter. Come let us kill the Spirit of Gravity!
I have learned to walk: since then i have run. I have learned to fly: since then I do not have to be pushed in order to move.
Now I am nimble, now I fly, now i see myself under myself, now a god dances within me."