From you would he learn his belief in himself; he feeds upon your glances, he eates praise out of your hands.
Your lies does he even believe when you lie favorably about him: for in its depths sighs his heart: "What am I?"
And if that be the true virtue which is unconscious of itself- well, the vain man is unconscious of his modesty!-
This is, however, my third manly prudence: I am not put out of conceit with the wicked by your timorousness.
I am happy to see the marvels the warm sun hatches: tigers and palms and rattlesnakes.
Also amongst men there is a beautiful brood of the warm sun, and much that is marvellous in the wicked.
In truth, as your wisest did not seem to me so very wise, so found I also human wickedness below the fame of it.
And oft did I ask with a shake of the head: Why still rattle, you rattlesnakes?
There is still a future even for evil! And the warmest south is still undiscovered by man.
How many things are now called the worst wickedness, which are only twelve feet broad and three months long! Some day, however, will greater dragons come into the world.
For that the Superman may not lack his dragon, the super-dragon that is worthy of him, there must still much warm sun glow on moist virgin forests!
Out of your wild cats must tigers have evolved, and out of your poison-toads, crocodiles: for the good hunter shall have a good hunt!
And verily, you good and just! In you there is much to be laughed at, and especially your fear of what has hitherto been called "the devil!"
So alien are you in your souls to what is great, that to you the Superman would be frightful in his goodness!
