Art thou pure air and solitude and bread and medicine to thy friend? Many a one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend’s emancipator.
 Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1891). copy citation

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Author Friedrich Nietzsche
Source Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Topic medicine solitude
Date 1891
Language English
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Note Translated By Thomas Common
Weblink http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1998/1998-h/1998-h.htm

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“Perhaps he loveth in thee the unmoved eye, and the look of eternity.
Let thy pity for thy friend be hid under a hard shell; thou shalt bite out a tooth upon it. Thus will it have delicacy and sweetness.
Art thou pure air and solitude and bread and medicine to thy friend? Many a one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend’s emancipator. Art thou a slave? Then thou canst not be a friend. Art thou a tyrant? Then thou canst not have friends.
Far too long hath there been a slave and a tyrant concealed in woman. On that account woman is not yet capable of friendship: she knoweth only love.
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