The Gathas, taken alone, tell us hardly anything of the religion in which Zarathustra's fellow-countrymen believed.
The world is deep, as Zarathustra says, and deep is pain; and deeper than pain is joy.
Rudolf Steiner had just written an impartial treatise on the author of Zarathustra.
All right,” he said to Zarathustra, “we'll go out the front way then.
He gave one of Zarathustra's over-sized ears a playful tug, absently noting a series of small nodules along its lower extremity.
“Ruf,” said Zarathustra, looking up at him with benign golden eyes.
It was a mammal—there was a fairly large mammalian class on Zarathustra—but beyond that he was stumped.
After locking the car, he started up the walk, Zarathustra at his heels.
The trash in our scholastic theology has nothing to do with the trash in Zarathustra's reveries.
Judith pointed toward the latter dwelling and looked at Zarathustra.