Thus I want it.
Go away from me and resist Zarathustra! And even bet-
ter; be ashamed of him! Perhaps he deceived you.
The man of knowledge must not only love his enemies, he
must also be able to hate his friends.
One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil. And why do you not want to pluck at my wreath?
You revere me; but what if your reverence tumbles one
day? Beware lest a statute slay you.
You say that you believe in Zarathustra? But what mat-
ters Zarathustra? You are my believers- but what matter all
believers?
You had not yet sought yourselves; and you found me.
Thus do all believers; therefore all faith amounts to so little.
Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only
when you have all denied me will I return to you."
