"Fellow-suffering! Fellow-suffering with the higher men!" he cried out, and his countenance changed into brass. "Well, that has had its time! My suffering and my fellow-suffering - what matter about them! Do I then strive after happiness? I strive after my work! Well! The lion has come, my children are near, Zarathustra has grown ripe, my hour has come. This is my morning, my day begins: arise now, arise, you great noontide!"
Thus spoke Zarathustra and left his cave, glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains.
- Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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