—So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars! For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it.⁠⸺

Like the sun will also Zarathustra go down: now sitteth he here and waiteth, old broken tables around him, and also new tables⁠—half-written.

Behold, here is a new table; but where are my brethren who will carry it with me to the valley and into hearts of flesh?⁠—

Thus demandeth my great love to the remotest ones: be not considerate of thy neighbour! Man is something that must be surpassed.

There are many divers ways and modes of surpassing: see thou thereto! But only a buffoon thinketh: “man can also be overleapt .”