And thus speak ye of yourselves in your intercourse, and belie to your neighbor with yourselves.
Thus says the fool: "Association with men spoils the character, especially when one hath none."
The one goeth to his neighbor because he seeketh himself, and the other because he would fain lose himself. Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you.
The farthest ones are they who pay for your love to the near ones; and when there are five of you together, a sixth must always die.
I love not your festivals either: too many actors found I there, and even the spectators often behaved like actors.
Not the neighbor do I teach you, but the friend. Let the friend be the festival of the earth to you, and a foretaste of the Superman.
I teach you the friend and his overflowing heart. But one must know how to be a sponge, if one would be loved by over-flowing hearts.
I teach you the friend in whom the world stands complete, a capsule of the good,—the creating friend, who hath always a complete world to bestow.
And as the world unrolled itself for him, so rolleth it together again for him in rings, as the growth of good through evil, as the growth of purpose out of chance.
Let the future and the furthest be the motive of thy today; in thy friend you shall love the Superman as thy motive.
My brethren, I advise you not to neighbor-love—I advise you to furthest love!—
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
