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Companions The Creator Seeks, Not Corpses, Not Herds And Believers. Fellow Creators The Creator Seeks -- Those Who Write New Values On New Tablets. Companions The Creator Seeks, And Fellow Harvesters; For Everything About Him Is Ripe For The Harvest.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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Companions The Creator Seeks, Not Corpses, Not Herds And Believers. Fellow Creators The Creator Seeks -- Those Who Write New Values On New Tablets. Companions The Creator Seeks, And Fellow Harvesters; For Everything About Him Is Ripe For The Harvest.

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But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Always Come Once More.

The Christian Faith From The Beginning, Is Sacrifice The Sacrifice Of All Freedom, All Pride, All Self-confidence Of Spirit, It Is At The Same Time Subjection, Self-derision, And Self-mutilation.

Self Confidence

What Is The Strongest Cure?--victory.

Sometimes We Owe A Friend To The Lucky Circumstance That We Give Him No Cause For Envy.

The Moral Earth, Too, Is Round! The Moral Earth, Too, Has Its Antipodes! The Antipodes, Too, Have Their Right To Exist! There Is Still Another World To Be Discovered--and More Than One! Set Sail, You Philosophers!

Those With Very Loud Voices In Their Throats Are Nearly Incapable Of Thinking Subtle Thoughts.

Whatever The State Saith Is A Lie; Whatever It Hath Is A Theft: All Is Counterfeit In It, The Gnawing, Sanguinary, Insatiate Monster.

Here The Spirit Becomes A Lion Who Would Conquer His Freedom And Be Master… Who Is The Great Dragon Whom The Spirit Will No Longer Call Lord And Go? ‘thou Shalt’ Is The Name Of The Great Dragon. But The Spirit Of The Lion Says, ‘i Will.

Many People, Especially Women, Never Experience Boredom Because They Have Never Learned To Work Properly.

Contentment Preserves One From Catching Cold. Has A Woman Who Knew That She Was Well Dressed Ever Caught A Cold? No, Not Even When She Had Scarcely A Rag On Her Back.

The Doctrine Of Equality! ... But There Is No More Venomous Poison In Existence: For It Appears To Be Preached By Justice Itself, When It Is Actually The End Of Justice ... "equality To The Equal; Inequality To The Unequal" That Would Be True Justice Speaking: And Its Corollary, "never Make The Unequal Equal".

Justice Equality

Sensuality Often Hastens The "growth Of Love" So Much That The Roots Remain Weak And Are Easily Torn Up.

A Reader Is Doubly Guilty Of Bad Manners Against An Author When He Praises His Second Book At The Expense Of His First (or Vice Versa) And Then Expects The Author To Be Grateful For What He Has Done.

There Is Always Some Madness In Love.

Has Anyone...any Distinct Notion Of What Poets Of A Stronger Age Understood By The Word Inspiration? ... There Is An Ecstasy Such That The Immese Strain Of It Is Sometimes Relaxed By A Flood Of Tears, Along With Which One's Steps Either Rush Or Involuntarily Lag, Alternately. There Is The Feeling That One Is Completely Out Of Hand, With The Very Distinct Consciousness Of An Endless Number Of Fine Thrills And Quiverings To The Very Toes... Everything Happens Quite Involuntarily, As If In A Tempestuous Outburst Of Freedom, Of Absoluteness, Of Power And Divinity.

There Are Few Pains So Grievous As To Have Seen, Divined, Or Experienced How An Exceptional Man Has Missed His Way And Deteriorated

Zarathustra Was The First To Consider The Fight Of Good And Evil The Very Wheel In The Machinery Of Things: The Transposition Of Morality Into The Metaphysical Realm, As A Force, Cause, And End In Itself, Is His Work. [...] Zarathustra Created This Most Calamitous Error, Morality; Consequently, He Must Also Be The First To Recognize It.

It Is Not Things, But Opinions About Things That Have Absolutely No Existence, Which Have So Deranged Mankind!

He Who Has Attained Intellectual Emancipation To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth And Not Even As A Traveller Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing.

Whoever Regards Human Beings As A Herd And Flees Them As Swiftly As He Can Will No Doubt Be Overtaken By Them And Impaled On Theirhorns.

You Say 'i' And You Are Proud Of This Word. But Greater Than This- Although You Will Not Believe In It - Is Your Body And Its Great Intelligence, Which Does Not Say 'i' But Performs 'i'.

By Means Of Music The Very Passions, Enjoy Themselves.

We Have No Dreams At All Or Interesting Ones. We Should Learn To Be Awake The Same Way- Not At All Or In An Interesting Manner

Conversation With A Friend Will Only Bear Good Fruit Of Knowledge When Both Think Only Of The Matter Under Consideration And Forget That They Are Friends.

Truth Will Have No Gods Before It.- The Belief In Truth Begins With The Doubt Of All Truths In Which One Has Previously Believed.

One Hears But One Does Not Seek; One Takes -- One Does Not Ask Who Gives; A Thought Flashes Up Like Lightning, It Comes Of Necessity And Unfalteringly Formed.

To Do Great Things Is Difficult; But To Command Great Things Is More Difficult.

When Death Brings At Last The Desired Forgetfulness, It Abolishes Life And Being Together, And Sets The Seal On The Knowledge That "being" Is Merely A Continual "has Been," A Thing That Lives By Denying And Destroying And Contradicting Itself.

God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers? What Was Holiest And Mightiest Of All That The World Has Yet Owned Has Bled To Death Under Our Knives: Who Will Wipe This Blood Off Us? What Water Is There For Us To Clean Ourselves? What Festivals Of Atonement, What Sacred Games Shall We Have To Invent? Is Not The Greatness Of This Deed Too Great For Us? Must We Ourselves Not Become Gods Simply To Appear Worthy Of It?

Man Wishes Woman To Be Peaceable, But In Fact She Is Essentially Warlike, Like The Cat.

A Friend Should Be A Master At Guessing And Keeping Still: You Must Not Want To See Everything.

You Want To Be Paid As Well, You Virtuous! You Want Reward For Virtue, And Heaven For Earth, And Eternity For Your Today?

There Are Two Types Of Genius; One Which Above All Begets And Wants To Beget, And Another Which Prefers Being Fertilized And Giving Birth.

It Is Far Pleasanter To Injure And Afterwards Beg Forgiveness Than To Be Injured And Grant Forgiveness. He Who Does The Former Gives Evidence Of Power And Afterwards Of Kindness Of Character.

Be Careful When You Fight The Monsters, Lest You Become One.

What We Know Oman Today Is Limited Precisely By The Extent To Which We Have Regarded Him As A Machine.

The Consequence Is That Every Man Comes To Know Himself Solely In Terms Of His Power For Defence And Attack.

"god", "the Immortality Of The Soul", "salvation", "the Beyond"-even As A Child I Had No Time For Such Notions, I Do Not Waste Any Time Upon Them-maybe I Was Never Childish Enough For That?

Most Thinkers Write Badly, Because They Communicate Not Only Their Thoughts, But Also The Thinking Of Them.

Woman Understands Children Better Than Man Does, But Man Is More Childlike Than Woman.

One Repays A Teacher Badly If One Always Remains Nothing But A Pupil.

Those Who Are Devoid Of Purpose Will Make The Void Their Purpose.

The Man Who Does Not Wish To Be One Of The Mass Only Needs To Cease To Be Easy On Himself.

The Craving For Equality Can Express Itself Either As A Desire To Pull Everyone Down To Our Own Level (by Belittling Them, Excluding Them, Tripping Them Up) Or As A Desire To Raise Ourselves Up Along With Everyone Else (by Acknowledging Them, Helping Them, And Rejoicing In Their Success).

One Must Repay Good And Ill; But Why Just To The Person Who Did Us Good Or Ill?

[heraclitus Had] Pride Not In Logical Knowledge But Rather In Intuitive Grasping Of The Truth.

One Can Lie With The Mouth, But With The Accompanying Grimace One Nevertheless Tells The Truth.

Telling The Truth

It Has Therewith Come To Be Recognized That The History Of Moral Valuations Is At The Same Time The History Of An Error, The Error Of Responsibility, Which Is Based Upon The Error Of The Freedom Of Will.

There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.

As Regards The Celebrated Struggle For Life, It Seems To Me For The Present To Have Been Rather Asserted Than Proved. It Does Occur, But As The Exception; The General Aspect Of Life Is Not Hunger And Distress, But Rather Wealth, Luxury, Even Absurd Prodigality -- Where There Is A Struggle It Is A Struggle For Power.

New Ways I Go, A New Speech Comes To Me; Weary I Grow, Like All Creators, Of The Old Tongues. My Spirit No Longer Wants To Walk On Worn Soles.

In The 'in-itself' There Is Nothing Of 'causal Connections', Of 'necessity', Or Of 'psychological Non-freedom'; There The Effect Does Not Follow The Cause, There Is No Rule Or 'law'. It Is We Alone Who Have Devised Cause, Sequence, For-each-other, Relativity, Constraint, Number, Law, Freedom, Motive, And Purpose; And When We Project And Mix This Symbol World Into Things As If It Existed 'in Itself', We Act Once More As We Have Always Acted- Mythologically.

The View That Honesty Is Something, And Even A Virtue, Belongs, It Is True, To Those Private Opinions Which Are Forbidden In This Age Of Public Opinions.

Whoever Wants To Set A Good Example Must Add A Grain Of Foolishness To His Virtue: Then Others Can Imitate And Yet At The Same Time Surpass The One They Imitate-which Human Beings Love To Do.

The Machine Is Impersonal, It Takes The Pride Away From A Piece Of Work, The Individual Merits And Defects That Go Along With Allwork That Is Not Done By A Machine--which Is To Say, Its Little Bit Of Humanity.

One Should Not Be Deceived: Great Spirits Are Skeptics ... Strength, Freedom Which Is Born Of The Strength And Overstrength Of The Spirit, Proves Itself By Skepticism. Men Of Conviction Are Not Worthy Of The Least Consideration In Fundamental Questions Of Value And Disvalue. Convictions Are Prisons.

When You Stare Into An Abyss For A Long Time, The Abyss Also Stares Into You.

Life Is At An End Where The Kingdom Of God Begins

What Can Everyone Do? Praise And Blame. This Is Human Virtue, This Is Human Madness.

Christianity Has Taken The Part Of All The Weak, The Low, The Botched; It Has Made An Ideal Out Of Antagonism To All The Self Preservative Instincts Of Sound Life; It Has Corrupted Even The Faculties Of Those Natures That Are Intellectually Most Vigorous, By Representing The Highest Intellectual Values As Sinful, As Misleading, As Full Of Temptation.

Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.

Woman Learns How To Hate In Proportion As She Forgets How To Charm.

Human Life Is Inexplicable, And Still Without Meaning: A Fool May Decide Its Fate.

The Most Fatal Seductive Lie That Has Yet Existed

One Must Not Let Oneself Be Misled: They Say 'judge Not!' But They Send To Hell Everything That Stands In Their Way.

A Certain Sense Of Cruelty Towards Oneself And Others Is Christian; Hatred Of Those Who Think Differently; The Will To Persecute. Mortal Hostility Against The Masters Of The Earth, Against The 'noble', That Is Also Christian; Hatred Of Mind, Of Pride, Courage, Freedom, Libertinage Of Mind, Is Christian; Hatred Of The Senses, Of Joy In General, Is Christian.

No Power Can Be Maintained When It Is Only Represented By Hypocrites.

The Concepts "beyond" And "real World" Were Invented In Order To Depreciate The Only World That Exists-in Order That No Goal, No Aim Or Task Might Be Left For Our Earthly Reality.

Everything That Is Ponderous, Vicious And Pompously Clumsy, All Long-winded And Wearying Kinds Of Style, Are Developed In Great Variety Among Germans.

When A Man Reaches His Maturity In Understanding And In Years, The Feeling Comes Over Him That His Father Was Wrong To Beget Him.

And It Is The Great Noon When Man Stands At The Midpoint Of His Course Between Beast And Superman And Celebrates His Way To The Evening As His Highest Hope: For It Is The Way To A New Morning.

One Is Not Converted To Christianity; One Must Be Morbid Enough For It.

If Ye Would Go Up High, Then Use Your Own Legs! Do Not Get Yourselves Carried Aloft; Do Not Seat Yourselves On Other People's Backs And Heads!

People Who Comprehend A Thing To Its Very Depths Rarely Stay Faithful To It Forever. For They Have Brought Its Depths Into The Light Of Day: And In The Depths There Is Always Much That Is Unpleasant To See.

We Laugh At A Man Who, Stepping Out Of His Room At The Very Minute When The Sun Is Rising, Says, “it Is My Will That The Sun Shall Rise”; Or At Him Who, Unable To Stop A Wheel, Says, “i Wish It To Roll”; Or, Again, At Him Who, Thrown In A Wrestling Match, Says, “here I Lie, But Here I Wish To Lie.” But, Joking Apart, Do We Not Act Like One Of These Three Persons Whenever We Use The Expression “i Wish”?

Woman Is Essentially Unpeaceful, Like The Cat, However Well She May Have Trained Herself To Present An Appearance Of Peace.

They're So Cold, These Scholars! May Lightning Strike Their Food So That Their Mouths Learn How To Eat Fire!

In Russia There Is An Emigration Of Intelligence: émigrés Cross The Frontier In Order To Read And To Write Good Books. But In Doing So They Contribute To Making Their Fatherland, Abandoned By Spirit, Into The Gaping Jaws Of Asia That Would Like To Swallow Our Little Europe.

People Who Wish To Numb Our Caution In Dealing With Them By Means Of Flattery Are Employing A Dangerous Expedient, Like A Sleeping Draught, Which, If It Does Not Put Us To Sleep, Keeps Us All The More Awake.

In The Knowledge Of Truth, What Really Matters Is The Possession Of It, Not The Impulse Under Which It Was Sought.

Life Is Fountain Of Joy; But Where The Rabble Also Gather To Drink, All Wells Are Poisoned.

We Want To Be Poets Of Our Life First Of All In The Smallest Most Everyday Matters.

The Great End Of Art Is To Strike The Imagination With The Power Of A Soul That Refuses To Admit Defeat Even In The Midst Of A Collapsing World.

A Labyrinthine Man Never Seeks The Truth, But Only His Ariadne.

Alas, Where Is There Still A Sea In Which One Could Drown: Thus Our Lament Resounds – Across Shallow Swamps.

Partial Knowledge Is More Triumphant Than Complete Knowledge; It Takes Things To Be Simpler Than They Are, And So Makes Its Theory More Popular And Convincing.

Jealous Is Every Virtue Of The Others, And A Dreadful Thing Is Jealousy. Even Virtues May Succumb By Jealousy.

Along The Journey We Commonly Forget Its Goal. Almost Every Vocation Is Chosen And Entered Upon As A Means To A Purpose But Is Ultimately Continued As A Final Purpose In Itself. Forgetting Our Objectives Is The Most Frequent Stupidity In Which We Indulge Ourselves.

When One Rows It Is Not The Rowing Which Moves The Ship: Rowing Is Only A Magical Ceremony By Means Of Which One Compels A Demon To Move The Ship.

The Newspaper Reader Says: This Party Will Ruin Itself If It Makes Errors Like This. My Higher Politics Says: A Party Which Makes Errors Like This Is Already Finished -- It Is No Longer Secure In Its Instincts.

Strong Currents Drag Many Stones And Bushes Along With Them, Strong Intellects Many Dense And Muddled Minds.

Men Were Considered "free" Only So That They Might Be Considered Guilty - Could Be Judged And Punished: Consequently, Every Act Had To Be Considered As Willed, And The Origin Of Every Act Had To Be Considered As Lying Within The Consciousness (and Thus The Most Fundamental Psychological Deception Was Made The Principle Of Psychology Itself).

Faith Is The Path Of Least Resistance.

Path Of Least Resistance

Be Your Self! All You Are Now Doing, Thinking, Desiring, Is Not You Yourself.

Of All Evil I Deem You Capable: Therefore I Want Good From You. Verily, I Have Often Laughed At The Weaklings Who Thought Themselves Good Because They Had No Claws.

Brave People May Be Persuaded To An Action By Representing It As Being More Dangerous Than It Really Is.

We Must Be Physicists In Order To Be Creative Since So Far Codes Of Values And Ideals Have Been Constructed In Ignorance Of Physics Or Even In Contradiction To Physics.

The Rising And Falling Of The Scales Of Pride And Humility Sustain The Brooding Mind As Well As The Alternations Of Desire And Peace Of The Soul.

As Much As Possible, And This As Quickly As Possible: That Is What The Great Mental And Emotional Illness Craves That Is Variously Called "present" Or "culture," But That Is Actually A Symptom Of Consumption.

The Sexes Deceive Themselves About One Another: The Reason Being That At Bottom They Honor And Love Only Themselves (or Their Ownideal, To Express It More Agreeably). Thus Man Wants Woman To Be Peaceable--but Woman Is Essentially, Like The Cat, Not Peaceable, However Well She May Have Trained Herself To Assume The Appearance Of Peace.

If Islam Despises Christianity, It Has A Thousandfold Right To Do So: Islam At Least Assumes That It Is Dealing With Men.

Morality Is Neither Rational Nor Absolute Nor Natural. World Has Known Many Moral Systems, Each Of Which Advances Claims Universality; All Moral Systems Are Therefore Particular, Serving A Specific Purpose For Their Propagators Or Creators, And Enforcing A Certain Regime That Disciplines Human Beings For Social Life By Narrowing Our Perspectives And Limiting Our Horizons.

Danger Alone Acquaints Us With Our Own Resources, Our Virtues, Our Armor And Weapons, Our Spirit, And Forces Us To Be Strong.

All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

Every Man Who Has Declared That Some Other Man Is An Ass Or A Scoundrel, Gets Angry When The Other Man Conclusively Shows That The Assertion Was Erroneous.

But Eternal Liveliness Is What Counts: What Does "eternal Life" Matter, Or Life At All?

Hope In Reality Is The Worst Of All Evils Because It Prolongs The Torments Of Man.

Free From What? What Does That Matter To Zarathustra! Clearly, However, Shall Your Eye Show To Me: Free For What?

That Whatever A Man Says, Promises, Or Resolves In Passion He Must Stick To Later On When He Is Cold And Sober--this Demand Is Among The Heaviest Burdens That Weigh On Humankind.

Compulsion Precedes Morality, Indeed Morality Itself Is Compulsion For A Time, To Which One Submits For The Avoidance Of Pain.

I Am Not A Human Being, I Am Dynamite.

Love Ever Your Neighbour As Yourselves - But First Be Such As Love Themselves.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

A Man Who Whinnies With Noisy Laughter, Surpasses All The Animals In Vulgarity.

Love As A Passion—it Is Our European Specialty—must Absolutely Be Of Noble Origin; As Is Well Known, Its Invention Is Due To The Provencal Poet-cavaliers, Those Brilliant, Ingenious Men Of The "gai Saber," To Whom Europe Owes So Much, And Almost Owes Itself.

Art Is The Proper Task Of Life.

Who Can Attain To Anything Great If He Does Not Feel In Himself The Force And Will To Inflict Great Pain?

Among Human Beings There Is No Greater Banality Than Death. Second In Order, Because It Is Possible To Die Without Being Born, Comes Birth, And Next Comes Marriage.

The Mouth May Lie, Alright, But The Face It Makes Nonetheless Tells The Truth.

Someone Said: "i Have Been Prejudiced Against Myself From My Earliest Childhood: Hence I Find Some Truth In All Blame And Some Stupidity In All Praise. I Generally Estimate Praise Too Poorly And Blame Too Highly.

Alas! There Cometh The Time When Man Will No Longer Give Birth To Any Star. Alas! There Cometh The Time Of The Most Despicable Man, Who Can No Longer Despise Himself.

I Am Interested Only In The Relations Of A People To The Rearing Of The Individual Man, And Among The Greeks The Conditions Were Unusually Favourable For The Development Of The Individual; Not By Any Means Owing To The Goodness Of The People, But Because Of The Struggles Of Their Evil Instincts.with The Help Of Favourable Measures Great Individuals Might Be Reared Who Would Be Both Different From And Higher Than Those Who Heretofore Have Owed Their Existence To Mere Chance. Here We May Still Be Hopeful: In The Rearing Of Exceptional Men.

Man Is Something That Shall Be Overcome.... Man Is A Rope, Tied Between Beast And Overman -- A Rope Over An Abyss... What Is Great In Man Is That He Is A Bridge And Not An End.

The Overman...who Has Organized The Chaos Of His Passions, Given Style To His Character, And Become Creative. Aware Of Life's Terrors, He Affirms Life Without Resentment.

Lust And Self-mutilation Are Closely Related Impulses. There Are Also Self-mutilators Among Knowers: They Do Not Want To Be Creators Under Any Circumstances.

Something Might Be True While Being Harmful And Dangerous In The Highest Degree. Indeed, It Might Be A Basic Characteristic Of Existence That Those Who Know It Completely Would Perish, In Which Case The Strength Of A Spirit Should Be Measured According To How Much Of The 'truth' One Could Still Barely Endure- Or To Put It More Clearly, To What Degree One Would Require It To Be Thinned Down, Shrouded, Sweetened, Blunted, Falsified.

And Nobody Lies As Much As The Indignant Do.

What The Father Kept Silent The Son Speaks Out.

He Who Fights Too Long Against Dragons Becomes A Dragon Himself; And If You Gaze Too Long Into The Abyss, The Abyss Will Gaze Into You.

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live, Except By Going Under, For They Are Those Who Cross Over.

Distrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful.

Three Metamorphoses Of The Spirit I Relate To You: How The Spirit Becomes A Camel; And The Camel, A Lion; And The Lion, Finally, A Child.

Strength Is The Morality Of The Man Who Stands Out From The Rest, And It Is Mine.

The One Conclusive Argument That Has At All Times Discouraged People From Drinking A Poison Is Not That It Kills But Rather That It Tastes Bad.

That Every Will Must Consider Every Other Will Its Equal Would Be A Principle Hostile To Life, An Agent Of The Dissolution And Destruction Of Man, An Attempt To Assassinate The Future Of Man, A Sign Of Weariness, A Secret Path To Nothingness.

Bad Cooks - And The Utter Lack Of Reason In The Kitchen - Have Delayed Human Development Longest And Impaired It Most.

Verily, I Do Not Want To Be Like The Ropemakers: They Drag Out Their Threads And Always Walk Backwards.

Knowing Who You Are

To Experience A Thing As Beautiful Means: To Experience It Necessarily Wrongly.

Christianity, Alcohol The Two Great Means Of Corruption.

I Have Not The Capability To Give You My Loyalty, Nor Do I Have The Vanity To Appear As If I Did.

That, However, Is - Mediocrity, Though It Be Called Moderation.

Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At All Tragedies

The Most Instructive Experiences Are Those Of Everyday Life.

Men Have Hitherto Treated Women Like Birds Which Have Strayed Down To Them From The Heights; As Something More Delicate, More Fragile, More Savage, Stranger, Sweeter, Soulful--but As Something Which Has To Be Caged Up So That It Shall Not Fly Away.

The Higher Its Type, The More Rarely A Thing Succeeds.

The Author Must Keep His Mouth Shut When His Work Starts To Speak.

The Great Advantage In Noble Parentage Is That Enables One To Endure Poverty More Easily.

The Word 'christianity' Is Already A Misunderstanding - In Reality There Has Been Only One Christian, And He Died On The Cross.

Existence Really Is An Imperfect Tense That Never Becomes A Present.

Concerning Great Things One Should Either Be Silent Or Speak Loftily.

Once Blasphemy Again God Was The Greatest Blasphemy; But God Died, And Thereupon Those Blasphemers Died Too.

Through Searching Out Origins, One Becomes A Crab. The Historian Looks Backwards, And Finally He Also Believes Backwards.

Marriage Marks The End Of Many Short Follies - Being One Long Stupidity.

I Love Him Who Desireth Not Too Many Virtues. One Virtue Is More Of A Virtue Than Two, Because It Is More Of A Knot For One's Destiny To Cling To.

It Is However A Disgrace To Pray! Not For All, But For You, And Me, And Whoever Has His A Conscience.

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.

What Does It Matter Whether I Am Shown To Be Right! I Am Right Too Much!--and He Who Laughs Best Today Will Also Laugh Last.

I Could Dispense With Nothing When I Created The Superman. His Seed Still Carries All Your Evil And Falsehood, Your Lies And Yourignorance.

The Universe Without Music Would Be Madness.

Carlyle, A Man Of Strong Words And Attitudes, A Rhetorician Out Of Necessity, Constantly Aroused By The Craving For A Strong Faithas Well As By The Feeling Of An Incapacity For It (min This Respect A Typical Romantic!).... Fundamentally, Carlyle Is An English Atheist Who Makes It A Point Of Honor Not To Be One.

Whoever, At Any Time, Has Undertaken To Build A New Heaven Has Found The Strength For It In His Own Hell.

Madness Is Not A Consequence Of Uncertainty But Of Certainty.

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

And If A Friend Does You Wrong, Then Say: "i Forgive You What You Have Done To Me; That You Have Done It To Yourself, However--how Could I Forgive That!

Do You Believe Then That The Sciences Would Ever Have Arisen And Become Great If There Had Not Before Hand Been Magicians, Alchemists, Astrologers And Wizards, Who Thirsted And Hungered After Abscondite And Forbidden Powers?

Enduring Habits I Hate.... Yes, At The Very Bottom Of My Soul I Feel Grateful To All My Misery And Bouts Of Sickness And Everything About Me That Is Imperfect, Because This Sort Of Thing Leaves Me With A Hundred Backdoors Through Which I Can Escape From Enduring Habits.

Many A One Cannot Loosen His Own Fetters, But Is Nevertheless His Friend's Emancipator.

The Secret Of Realizing The Greatest Fruitfulness And The Greatest Enjoyment Of Existence Is: To Live Dangerously! Build Your Cities On The Slopes Of Vesuvius! Send Your Ships Out Into Uncharted Seas! Live In Conflict With Your Equals And With Yourselves! Be Robbers And Ravagers As Soon As You Ca Not Be Rulers And Owners, You Men Of Knowledge! The Time Will Soon Past When You Could Be Content To Live Concealed Int He Woods Like Timid Deer!

For A Tree To Become Tall It Must Grow Tough Roots Among The Rocks.

Sleeping Is No Mean Art: For Its Sake One Must Stay Awake All Day.

Whoever Fights Monsters Should See To It That In The Process He Does Not Become A Monster. And If You Gaze Long Enough Into An Abyss, The Abyss Will Gaze Back Into You.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

We Evaluate The Services That Anyone Renders To Us According To The Value He Puts On Them, Not According To The Value They Have For Us.

Prejudice Of The Learned. - The Learned Judge Correctly That People Of All Ages Have Believed They Know What Is Good And Evil, Praise- And Blameworthy. But It Is A Prejudice Of The Learned That We Now Know Better Than Any Other Age.

Only With The Ultimate Knowledge Of All Things Will Man Have Come To Know Himself. For Things Are But The Boundaries Of Man.

I Need Solitude, Which Is To Say, Recovery, Return To My Self, The Breath Of A Free, Light, Playful Air.

He Who Bears Injustice Alone Is Terrible To Behold.

What Are Man's Truths Ultimately? Merely His Irrefutable Errors.

Man Is Something That Must Be Overcome

The World Is Poor For Him Who Has Never Been Sick Enough For This 'voluptuousness Of Hell

One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.

How Can Anyone Become A Thinker Unless He Spends At Least A Third Of Every Day Away From Passions, People, And Books?

Industriousness And Conscientiousness Are Often At Odds, Because Industriousness Wants To Pick The Still Sour Fruit From The Tree,while Conscientiousness Lets It Hang There Too Long, Until It Falls And Bruises.

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

Intoxicating Joy Is It For The Sufferer To Look Away From His Suffering And Forget Himself. Intoxicating Joy And Self-forgetting, Did The World Once Seem To Me.

At Bottom Every Man Knows Well Enough That He Is A Unique Being, Only Once On This Earth; And By No Extraordinary Chance Will Such A Marvelously Picturesque Piece Of Diversity In Unity As He Is, Ever Be Put Together A Second Time.

Whenever The Truth Is Uncovered, The Artist Will Always Cling With Rapt Gaze To What Still Remains Covering Even After Such Uncovering; But The Theoretical Man Enjoys And Finds Satisfaction In The Discarded Covering And Finds The Highest Object Of His Pleasure In The Process Of An Ever Happy Uncovering That Succeeds Through His Own Efforts.

Fathers Have A Lot To Do To Make Up For Having Sons.

At Every Step One Has To Wrestle For Truth; One Has To Surrender For It Almost Everything To Which The Heart, To Which Our Love, Our Trust In Life, Cling Otherwise. That Requires Greatness Of Soul: The Service Of Truth Is The Hardest Service. What Does It Mean, After All, To Have Integrity In Matters Of The Spirit? That One Is Severe Against One's Heart...that One Makes Of Every Yes And No A Matter Of Conscience.

It Is Certainly Not The Least Charm Of A Theory That It Is Refutable; It Is Precisely Thereby That It Attracts The More Subtle Minds. It Seems That The Hundred-times-refuted Theory Of The "free Will" Owes Its Persistence To This Charm Alone; Some One Is Always Appearing Who Feels Himself Strong Enough To Refute It.

Forgetting: That Is A Divine Capacity. And Whoever Aspires To The Heights And Wants To Fly Must Cast Off Much That Is Heavy And Make Himself Light--i Call It A Divine Capacity For Lightness.

Courageous, Unconcerned, Scornful, Coercive - So Wisdom Wisheth Us; She Is A Woman, And Ever Loveth Only A Warrior.

We Can Destroy Only As Creators

I Am Affected, Not Because You Have Deceived Me, But Because I Can No Longer Believe In You.

With One More Talent One Frequently Stands With Greater Instability Than With One Less, As A Table Stands Better On Three Legs Than On Four.

About What We Neither Know Nor Feel Precisely While Awake-whether We Have A Good Or A Bad Conscience Toward A Certain Person-our Dreams Instruct Us Fully And Unambiguously.

Christianity In Particular Should Be Dubbed A Great Treasure-chamber Of Ingenious Consolations, Such A Store Of Refreshing, Soothing, Deadening Drugs Has It Accumulated Within Itself.

It Was Christianity, With Its Heartfelt Resentment Against Life, That First Made Something Unclean Of Sexuality: It Threw Filth On The Origin, On The Essential Fact Of Our Life.

Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.

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