at the serpent; and then it recognized the eyes of Zarathustra, wriggled awkwardly, and tried to get away. "Do not go," said Zarathustra, "as yet have you not received my thanks! you have awakened me in time; my journey is yet long." "Your journey is short," said the adder sadly; "my poison is fatal." Zarathustra smiled. "When ever did a dragon die of a serpent's poison?"- he said. "But take your poison back! you are not rich enough to give it to me." Then the adder fell again on his neck, and licked his wound.
When Zarathustra had told this to his disciples they asked him: "And what, O Zarathustra, is the moral of your story?" And Zarathustra answered them thus:
The destroyer of morality, the good and just call me: my story is immoral.
When, however, you have an enemy, then do not requite him good for evil: for that would shame him. Instead, prove that he did some good for you.
And rather be angry than put to shame! And when you are cursed, I do not like it that you want to bless. Rather curse a little also!
And if you are done a great injustice, then quickly add five small ones. Hideous to behold is he who is obsessed with an injustice.
Did you know this? A shared injustice is half just. And he who can bear it, should take the injustice upon himself!
A small revenge is more human than no revenge at all. And if the punishment is not also a right and an honor to the transgressor, I do not like your punishment.
It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to prove oneself right, especially when one is right. Only, one must be rich enough to do so.
I do not like your cold justice; out of the eye of your judges