 THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA
THE FLIES IN THE MARKET-PLACE
Flee, my friend, into your solitude! I see you deafened with the noise of the great men, and stung all over with the stings of the little ones.
Admirably do forest and rock know how to be silent with you. Resemble again the tree which you love, the broad-branched one – silently and attentively it overhangs the sea.
Where solitude ends, there begins the market-place; and where the market-place begins, there begins also the noise of the great actors, and the buzzing of the poison-flies.
In the world even the best things are worthless without those who represent them: those showmen, the […]