Beyond Good and Eviland how many a one, just as he ‘sprang up,’ has found with
horror that his limbs are benumbed and his spirits are now
too heavy! ‘It is too late,’ he has said to himself—and has be-
come self-distrustful and henceforth for ever useless.—In
the domain of genius, may not the ‘Raphael without hands’
(taking the expression in its widest sense) perhaps not be the
exception, but the rule?—Perhaps genius is by no means so
rare: but rather the five hundred HANDS which it requires
in order to tyrannize over the [GREEK INSERTED HERE],
‘the right time’—in order to take chance by the forelock!
- He who does not WISH to see the height of a man,
looks all the more sharply at what is low in him, and in the
foreground— and thereby betrays himself. - In all kinds of injury and loss the lower and coarser
soul is better off than the nobler soul: the dangers of the lat-
ter must be greater, the probability that it will come to grief
and perish is in fact immense, considering the multiplicity
of the conditions of its existence.—In a lizard a finger grows
again which has been lost; not so in man.— - It is too bad! Always the old story! When a man has
finished building his house, he finds that he has learnt un-
awares something which he OUGHT absolutely to have
known before he— began to build. The eternal, fatal ‘Too
late!’ The melancholia of everything COMPLETED!— - —Wanderer, who art thou? I see thee follow thy path