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Even In The Lust Of Knowledge I Feel Only My Will's Delight In Begetting And Becoming; And If There Be Innocence In My Knowledge It Is Because My Procreative Will Is In It.

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Even In The Lust

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Even In The Lust Of Knowledge I Feel Only My Will's Delight In Begetting And Becoming; And If There Be Innocence In My Knowledge It Is Because My Procreative Will Is In It.

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One Ought To Hold On To One's Heart; For If One Lets It Go, One Soon Loses Control Of The Head Too.

Every Philosophy Is The Philosophy Of Some Stage Of Life.

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Justice Equality

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Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be Hated; But Not Foes To Be Despised: Ye Must Be Proud Of Your Foes.

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I Am Driven Out Of Fatherlands And Motherlands. Thus I Now Love Only My Children's Land, Yet Undiscovered, In The Farthest Sea; For This I Bid My Sails Search And Search.

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How Poisonous, How Crafty, How Bad, Does Every Long War Make One, Which Cannot Be Waged Openly By Means Of Force!

The Truth Is Ugly: We Have Art So As Not To Perish From The Truth.

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The Enormous Expectation Having To Do With Sexual Love And The Shame Involved In This Expectation Degrades All A Woman's Perspectives From The Start.

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Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask.

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