The dwarfing of man must for a long time count as the only goal; because a broad foundation has first to be created so that a stronger species of man can stand upon it. …

The strong of the future. — That which partly necessity, partly chance has achieved here and there, the conditions for the production of a stronger type, we are now able to comprehend and consciously will: we are able to create the conditions under which such an elevation is possible. …

Such a task would have to be posed the more it was grasped to what extent the contemporary form of society was being so powerfully transformed that at some future time it would be unable to exist for its own sake alone, but only as a tool in the hands of a stronger race.

The increasing dwarfing of man is precisely the driving force that brings to mind the breeding of a stronger race — a race that would be excessive precisely where the dwarfed species was weak and growing weaker (in will, responsibility, self-assurance, ability to posit goals for oneself). …

Not merely a master race whose sole task is to rule, but a race with its own sphere of life, with an excess of strength for beauty, bravery, culture, manners to the highest peak of the spirit; an affirming race that may grant itself every great luxury — strong enough to have no need of the tyranny of the virtue-imperative, rich enough to have no need of thrift and pedantry, beyond good and evil; a hothouse for strange and choice plants. …

I point to something new: certainly for such a democratic type there exists the danger of the barbarian, but one has looked for it only in the depths. There exists also another type of barbarian, who comes from the heights: a species of conquering and ruling natures in search of material to mold. Prometheus was this kind of barbarian.

— Nietzsche

The Coming Race

You must discover your Beloved's real name if you are to bring Her back to life. And yours, too. They are the names of the God and Goddess to whom they will give a face. “Of the God within you,” as the Hindu greeting says: Namaste. “I greet the God within you.”

The exiles still preserve the piece of the broken crown of their Guide, in the form of a stone, upon which it is inscribed:
”The Law of the Great Secret.”

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“I own this town. I own Rio de Janeiro. My name; the MacGregor name... my family’s motto is ”’s rìoghail mo dhream,” and that means ”Royal is my Race.” That goes way back. So for him to say that he is the king and I am the joker — if this was a different time, I would invade his favela on horseback and kill anyone that was not fit to work.”