knowest thou my brother,the word “contempt”?And the agony it is for thy the justice to be just unto those who despise thee?
Thou compellest many to relearn about thee;that is sternly set down unto thine an account by them.Thy drawing near unto them and yet passing they will never pardon.
Thou goest beyond them:the higher thou risest,the smaller thou appearestunto the eye of envy.But he who flieth is hated the most.
'How could ye be just unto me!'thou hast to say-‘Ichoose your injustice as my portion’.
Injustice and dirt are thrown after the lonely one;but,my brother, if you wouldst be a star,thou must shine unto them none the less!
Beware of the good and just!They would fain crucify those who invent their own standard of virtue,-they hate the lonely one.
Beware also of sacred simplicity!For it,nothing is sacred that is not simple;it liketh to play with the fire-of the stake.
And beware of the attacks of thy love!Too quickly the lonely one stretcheth out of his hand unto him whom he meeteth.
Unto some folk thou shouldst not give thy hand,but only thy paw,and I would that thy paw might have claws…
“ZARATHUSTRA”