“I tell you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: ye have still chaos in you.

Alas! The time cometh when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! The time of the most despicable man cometh, who can no longer despise himself.

Lo! I show you the last man.

‘What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?’—so asketh the last man, and blinketh.

The earth hath then become small, and on it there hoppeth the last man who maketh everything small…”