The title page of the manuscript of Der Antichrist. Fluch auf
das Christenthum (The Antichrist: Curse on Christianity).
This book belongs to the most rare of men. My day won’t come until the day after tomorrow. Some men are born posthumously.
You need to be used to living on mountains—to seeing the miserable, ephemeral little gossip of politics and egoism of the peoples beneath you.
These are my only readers, my true readers, my predestined readers: and who cares about the rest of them? The rest are just humanity. You need to be far above humanity in strength, in loftiness of soul, —in contempt…
—Friedrich W. Nietzsche