Thus Spoke Zarathustra
This earthly is it that hath too much patience with you, ye blasphemers!
ye preach patience with what is earthly?
But I hear only slow death preached, and patience with all that is “earthly”.
Those would be the appropriate storms and agitators of the trees of life!
Would that there came preachers of speedy death!
Would that a storm came and shook all this rottenness and worm-eatenness from the tree!
Far too many live, and far too long hang they on their branches.
It is cowardice that holdeth them fast to their branches.
Many never become sweet; they rot even in the summer.