If Nietzsche had not ended in imbecility, Nietzscheism would end in imbecility.

Thinking in isolation and with pride ends in being an idiot.
Every man who will not have softening of the heart must at last have softening of the brain.
This last attempt to evade intellectualism ends in intellectualism, and therefore in death.

The sortie has failed.

The wild worship of lawlessness and the materialist worship of law end in the same void.
Nietzsche scales staggering mountains, but he turns up ultimately in Tibet.

He sits down beside Tolstoy in the land of nothing and Nirvana.
They are both helpless--one because he must not grasp anything, and the other because he must not let go of anything.