Nietzsche Cats

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

This earthly is it that hath too much patience with you, ye blasphemers!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

ye preach patience with what is earthly?

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Ah!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

But I hear only slow death preached, and patience with all that is “earthly”.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Those would be the appropriate storms and agitators of the trees of life!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Would that there came preachers of speedy death!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Would that a storm came and shook all this rottenness and worm-eatenness from the tree!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Far too many live, and far too long hang they on their branches.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

It is cowardice that holdeth them fast to their branches.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Many never become sweet; they rot even in the summer.