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- State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies; and this lie slips from its mouth: "I, the state, am the people."
- It is a lie! It was creators who created peoples, and hung a faith and a love over them: thus they served life.
- Destroyers are they who lay snares for the many, and call it state: they hang a sword and a hundred cravings over them.
- Where there are still peoples, the state is not understood, and is hated as the evil eye, and as sin against laws and customs.
- This sign I give to you: every people speaks its own language of good and evil, which its neighbor does not understand. It has created its own language of laws and customs.
- But the state lies in all the tongues of good and evil; and whatever it says it lies; and whatever it has it has stolen.
- Everything in it is false; it bites with stolen teeth, and bites often. It is false down to its bowels.
- Confusion of tongues of good and evil; this sign I give you as the sign of the state. This sign points to the will to death! it points to the preachers of death!
- All too many are born: for the superfluous the state was created!
- See how it entices them to it, the all-too-many! How it swallows and chews and rechews them!
- "On earth there is nothing greater than I: I am the governing hand of God." -- thus roars the monster. And not only the long-eared and short-sighted fall upon their knees!
- Ah! even in your ears, you great souls, it whispers its gloomy lies! Ah! it finds out the rich hearts which willingly squander themselves!
- Yes, it finds you too, you conquerors of the old God! You became weary of conflict, and now your weariness serves the new idol!
- It would set up heroes and honorable ones around it, the new idol! Gladly it basks in the sunshine of good consciences, -- the cold monster!
- It will give everything to you, if you worship it, the new idol: thus it buys the lustre of your virtue, and the glance of your proud eyes.
- Through you it seeks to seduce the all-too-many! Yes, a hellish artifice has been created here, a death-horse jingling with the trappings of divine honors!
- Yes, a dying for many has been created here, which glorifies itself as life: verily, a great service to all preachers of death!
- The state, I call it, where all drink poison, the good and the bad: the state, where all lose themselves, the good and the bad: the state, where the slow suicide of all -- is called "life."
- Behold the superfluous! They steal the works of the creators and the treasures of the wise. Education, they call their theft -- and everything becomes sickness and trouble to them!
- Behold the superfluous! They are always sick; they vomit their bile and call it a newspaper. They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.
- Behold the superfluous! They acquire wealth and become the poorer for it. They seek power, and the lever of power, much money -- these impotent ones!
- See them clamber, these nimble apes! They clamber over one another, and thus pull each other into the mud and the abyss.
- They all strive for the throne: this is their madness -- as if happiness sat on the throne! Often filth sits on the throne. -- and often also the throne on filth.
- Madmen they all seem to me, and clambering apes, and too eager. Foul smells their idol to me, the cold monster: foul they all smell to me, these idolaters.
- My brothers, will you suffocate in the fumes of their maws and appetites! Better to break the windows and jump into the open air!
- Escape from their foul stench! Escape from the idolatry of the superfluous!
- Escape from their foul stench! Escape from the steam of these human sacrifices!
- The earth is yet free for great souls. There are still many empty sites for the lonesome and the twosome, surrounded by the fragrance of tranquil seas.
- A free life is yet possible for great souls. He who possesses little is that much less possessed: blessed be a little poverty!
- There, where the state ends -- there only begins the man who is not superfluous: there begins the song of the necessary, the single and irreplaceable melody.
- There, where the state ends -- look there, my brothers! Do you not see it, the rainbow and the bridges of the Overman?
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