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Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing. To Win Over Certain People To Something, It Is Only Necessary To Give It A Gloss Of Love Of Humanity, Nobility, Gentleness, Self-sacrifice - And There Is Nothing You Cannot Get Them To Swallow. To Their Souls, These Are The Icing, The Tidbit; Other Kinds Of Souls Have Others.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing. To Win Over Certain People To Something, It Is Only Necessary To Give It A Gloss Of Love Of Humanity, Nobility, Gentleness, Self-sacrifice - And There Is Nothing You Cannot Get Them To Swallow. To Their Souls, These Are The Icing, The Tidbit; Other Kinds Of Souls Have Others.

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The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die. As Well The Minds Which Are Prevented From Changing Their Opinions; They Cease To Be Mind.

Folk Music Is The Original Melody Of Man; It Is The Musical Mirror Of The World.

Human Existence Basically Is──a Never To Be Completed Imperfect Tense.

Against War It May Be Said That It Makes The Victor Stupid And The Vanquished Revengeful.

For The Woman, The Man Is A Means: The End Is Always The Child.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

Again And Again

I Can Tell By My Own Reaction To It That This Book Is Harmful." But Let Him Only Wait And Perhaps One Day He Will Admit To Himself That This Same Book Has Done Him A Great Service By Bringing Out The Hidden Sickness Of His Heart And Making It Visible.— Altered Opinions Do Not Alter A Man’s Character (or Do So Very Little); But They Do Illuminate Individual Aspects Of The Constellation Of His Personality Which With A Different Constellation Of Opinions Had Hitherto Remained Dark And Unrecognizable.

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

I See Many Soldiers; Could I But See Many Warriors! "uniform" One Calleth What They Wear; May It Not Be Uniform What They Therewith Hide!

Many Are Stubborn In Pursuit Of The Path They Have Chosen, Few In Pursuit Of The Goal.

The Condition That Gives Birth To A Rule Is Not The Same As The Condition To Which The Rule Gives Birth.

Life Is An Instinct For Growth, For Survival, For The Accumulation Of Forces, For Power.

We Praise Or Blame As One Or The Other Affords More Opportunity For Exhibiting Our Power Of Judgement.

In Song And Dance, Man Forgets How To Walk And Speak And Is On The Way Into Flying Into The Air, Dancing... His Very Gestures Express Enchantment.

Loving And Perishing: It's Been A Rhyme All These Eternities. The Will To Love: That Is, Also Being Willing To Die.

Liberal Institutions Straightway Cease Being Liberal The Moment They Are Soundly Established: Once This Is Attained, No More Grievous And More Thorough Enemies Of Freedom Exist Than Liberal Institutions.

If Married Couples Did Not Live Together, Happy Marriages Would Be More Frequent.

It Is Regrettable That A Dostoyevsky Did Not Live Near This Most Interesting Of All Decadents (jesus Christ) - I Mean Someone Who Would Have Known How To Sense The Very Stirring Charm Of Such A Mixture Of The Sublime, The Sickly, And The Childlike.

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'.

For This Remains As I Have Already Pointed Out The Essential Difference Between The Two Religions Of Decadence : Buddhism Promises Nothing, But Actually Fulfils; Christianity Promises Everything, But Fulfils Nothing.

Men Use A New Lesson Or Experience Later On As A Ploughshare Or Perhaps Also As A Weapon; Women At Once Make It Into An Ornament.

Linguistic Danger To Spiritual Freedom.- Every Word Is A Prejudice.

He Who Cannot Obey Himself Will Be Commanded. That Is The Nature Of Living Creatures.

He Who Seeks Intelligence Lacks Intelligence.

Underneath The Reality In Which We Live And Have Our Being, Another Altogether Different Reality Lies Concealed.

Those Moralists, On The Other Hand, Who, Following In The Footsteps Of Socrates, Offer The Individual A Morality Of Self-control And Temperance As A Means To His Own Advantage, As His Personal Key To Happiness, Are The Exceptions.

The Advocates Of A Criminal Are Seldom Artists Enough To Turn The Beautiful Terribleness Of The Deed To The Advantage Of The Doer.

Smooth Iceis Paradisefor Those Who Dance With Expertise.

What Is Bad? All That Proceeds From Weakness

Our Treasure Lies In The Beehive Of Our Knowledge. We Are Perpetually On The Way Thither, Being By Nature Winged Insects And Honey Gatherers Of The Mind.

What Else Is Love But Understanding And Rejoicing In The Fact That Another Person Lives Acts And Experiences Otherwise Than We Do?

All Great Artists And Thinkers Are Great Workers.

It May Be That Until Now There Has Been No More Potent Means For Beautifying Man Himself Than Piety: It Can Turn Man Into So Much Art, Surface, Play Of Colors, Graciousness That His Sight No Longer Makes One Suffer.---

When One Has A Great Deal To Put Into It A Day Has A Hundred Pockets.

What Is It That You Love In Others?--my Hopes.

The Real Question Is: How Much Truth Can I Stand?

The Vain.- We Are Like Shop Windows In Which We Are Continually Arranging, Concealing Or Illuminating The Supposed Qualities Other Ascribe To Us - In Order To Deceive Ourselves.

Denn Was Ist Freiheit? Dasz Man Den Willen Zur Selbstverantwortlichkeit Hat.

Death Is Close Enough At Hand So We Do Not Need To Be Afraid Of Life.

One Has To Pay Dearly For Immortality; One Has To Die Several Times While One Is Still Alive.

Pharisaism Is Not A Degeneration In A Good Man: A Large Portion Of It Is Rather The Condition Of All Being-good.

The Drive Toward Knowledge Has A Moral Origin.

Without The Errors Involved In The Assumptions Of Ethics, Man Would Have Remained An Animal. Thus Has He Taken Himself As Something Higher And Imposed Rigid Laws Upon Himself.

It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Others Say In A Whole Book.

I Am The Leading Strings Of The Ego And The Prompter Of Its Concepts.

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.

It Is Terrible To Die Of Thirst In The Ocean. Do You Have To Salt Your Truth So Heavily That It Does Not Even-quench Thirst Any More?

In Laughter All That Is Evil Comes Together, But Is Pronounced Holy And Absolved By Its Own Bliss.

That Which Does Not Destroy, Strengthens.

For Some Natures, Changing Their Opinions Is Just As Much A Requirement Of Cleanliness As Changing Their Clothes: For Others, However, It Is Merely A Requirement Of Vanity.

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

We Are Unknown To Ourselves, We Men Of Knowledge - And With Good Reason. We Have Never Sought Ourselves - How Could It Happen That We Should Ever Find Ourselves? It Has Rightly Been Said: "where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also"; Our Treasure Is Where The Beehives Of Our Knowledge Are.

Every Living Body Continuously Eliminates Feces, It Rejects What Is Not Serviceable To The Assimilating Organism: What Man Despises, What Arouses His Disgust, What He Calls Evil, Are Excrements.

Mathematics Would Certainly Have Not Come Into Existence If One Had Known From The Beginning That There Was In Nature No Exactly Straight Line, No Actual Circle, No Absolute Magnitude.

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.

Around The Hero Everything Turns Into A Tragedy, Around The Demigod, A Satyr-play, And Around God--what? Perhaps A "world"?

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.

Children From Humble Families Must Be Taught How To Command Just As Other Children Must Be Taught How To Obey.

Faith Is The Path Of Least Resistance.

Path Of Least Resistance

A Woman's Pity, Which Is Talkative, Carries The Sick Person's Bed To The Public Marketplace.

One Is Necessary, One Is A Piece Of Fate, One Belongs To The Whole, One Is The Whole - There Exists Nothing Which Could Judge, Measure, Compare, Condemn Our Being, For That Would Be To Judge, Measure, Compare, Condemn The Whole...but Nothing Exists Apart From The Whole!

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

Creating-that Is The Great Salvation From Suffering.

Invisible Threads Are The Strongest Ties.

One's Own Self Is Well Hidden From One's Own Self; Of All Mines Of Treasure, One's Own Is The Last To Be Dug Up.

I Want To Teach Men The Sense Of Their Existence, Which Is The Superman, The Lightning Out Of The Dark Cloud Man.

Good Manners Disappear In Proportion As The Influence Of A Court And An Exclusive Aristocracy Lessens; This Decrease Can Be Plainly Observed From Decade To Decade By Those Who Have An Eye For Public Behavior, Which Grows Visibly.

As Is Well Known, The Priests Are The Most Evil Enemies—but Why? Because They Are The Most Impotent. It Is Because Of Their Impotence That In Them Hatred Grows To Monstrous And Uncanny Proportions, To The Most Spiritual And Poisonous Kind Of Hatred. The Truly Great Haters In World History Have Always Been Priests; Likewise The Most Ingenious Haters: Other Kinds Of Spirit Hardly Come Into Consideration When Compared With The Spirit Of Priestly Vengefulness.

In The Mountains Of Truth, You Never Climb In Vain.

What Makes One Heroic? - Going Out To Meet At The Same Time One's Highest Suffering And One's Highest Hope.

In What Does The Objective Measure Of Value Lie? In The Quantum Of Enhanced And Organized Power Alone, In Accordance With What Occurs In All Occurrence, A Will To Increase.

The Only Excuse For God Is That He Doesn't Exist.

You Say, It's Dark. And In Truth, I Did Place A Cloud Before Your Sun. But Do You Not See How The Edges Of The Cloud Are Already Glowing And Turning Light.

Truth Is A Mobile Army Of Metaphors, Metonyms, Anthropomorphisms, In Short A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Subjected To Poetic And Rhetorical Intensification, Translation And Decoration […]; Truths Are Illusions Of Which We Have Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors Which Have Become Worn By Frequent Use And Have Lost All Sensuous Vigour […]. Yet We Still Do Not Know Where The Drive To Truth Comes From, For So Far We Have Only Heard About The Obligation To Be Truthful Which Society Imposes In Order To Exist" From, "on Truth And Lying In A Non-moral Sense".

God Is Dead; But Given The Way Of Men, There May Still Be Caves For Thousands Of Years In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown. And We - We Still Have To Vanquish His Shadow, Too.

Warfare Is The Father Of All Good Things, It Is Also The Father Of Good Prose!

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.

Really Unreflective People Are Now Inwardly Without Christianity, And The More Moderate And Reflective People Of The Intellectual Middle Class Now Possess Only An Adapted, That Is To Say Marvelously Simplified Christianity. A God Who In His Love Arranges Everything In A Manner That In The End Will Be Best For Us; A God Who Gives To Us And Takes From Us Our Virtue And Our Happiness, So That As A Whole All Is Meet And Fit And There Is No Reason For Us To Take Life Sadly, Let Alone Exclaim Against It; In Short, Resignation And Modest Demands Elevated To Godhead

If You Want Me To Believe In Your Redeemer, You Are Going To Have To Look A Lot More Redeemed.

The Most Spiritual Men, As The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Their Destruction: In The Labyrinth, In Hardness Against Themselves And Others, In Experiments. Their Joy Is Self-conquest: Asceticism Becomes In Them Nature, Need, And Instinct. Difficult Tasks Are A Privilege To Them; To Play With Burdens That Crush Others, A Recreation. Knowledge-a Form Of Asceticism. They Are The Most Venerable Kind Of Man: That Does Not Preclude Their Being The Most Cheerful And The Kindliest.

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.

I Teach You Beyond Man (superman). Man Is Something That Shall Be Surpassed. What Have You Done To Surpass Him?

Our Vanity Desires That What We Do Best Should Be Considered What Is Hardest For Us.

Whoever Has Witnessed Another's Ideal Becomes His Inexorable Judge And As It Were His Evil Conscience.

You Tell Me: 'life Is Hard To Bear.' But If It Were Otherwise Why Should Ou Have Your Pride In The Morning Nad Your Resignation In The Evening?

I Have Learned To Walk: Since Then I Have Run. I Have Learned To Fly: Since Then I Do Not Have To Be Pushed In Order To Move. Now I Am Nimble, Now I Fly, Now I See Myself Under Myself, Now A God Dances Within Me.

A Few Hours Of Mountain Climbing Make A Blackguard And A Saint Two Rather Similar Creatures.

We Can Speak Very Much To The Purpose And Yet In Such A Way That The Whole World Cries Out In Contradiction: Namely, When We Are Not Speaking To The Whole World.

The Most General Deficiency In Our Sort Of Culture And Education Is Gradually Dawning On Me: No One Learns, No One Strives Towards, No One Teaches--enduring Loneliness.

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

Where Does One Not Find That Bland Degeneration Which Beer Produces In The Spirit!

Whatever We Think About And Question A Lot Becomes Questionable.

Ah, Only He Who Knows Where He Sails, Knows What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.

Was Aus Liebe Getan Wird, Geschieht Immer Jenseits Von Gut Und Böse. (what Is Done Out Of Love Always Takes Place Beyond Good And Evil.)

It Is Not Doubt,is Certitude That Drives You Mad.

Whoever Despises Himself Nonetheless Respects Himself As One Who Despises.

One Who Is Publicly Honest About Himself Ends Up By Priding Himself Somewhat On This Honesty: For He Knows Only Too Well Why He Is Honest-for The Same Reasons Another Person Prefers Illusion And Dissimulation.

The People We Have Employed In An Undertaking That Has Turned Out Badly Should Be Doubly Rewarded.

When A Man Is In Love He Endures More Than At Other Times; He Submits To Everything.

At Heart I Am A Warrior.

The Question Of Place And Climate Is Most Closely Related To The Question Of Nutrition. Nobody Is Free To Live Everywhere; And Whoever Has To Solve Great Problems That Challenge All His Strength Actually Has A Very Restricted Choice In This Matter. The Influence Of Climate On Our Metabolism, Its Retardation, Its Acceleration, Goes So Far That A Mistaken Choice Of Place And Climate Can Not Only Estrange A Man From His Task But Can Actually Keep It From Him: He Never Gets To See It.

The Future Influences The Present Just As Much As The Past.

I Call Christianity The One Great Curse, The One Great Intrinsic Depravity, And The One Great Instinct Of Revenge, For Which No Means Are Venomous Enough, Or Secret, Subterranean And Small Enough - I Call It The One Immortal Blemish On The Human Race.

“evil Men Have No Songs.” How Is It, Then, That The Russians Have Songs?

The Text Has Disappeared Under The Interpretation.

The Demand To Be Loved Is The Greatest Of All Arrogant Presumptions.

Inspirational Love

We Attack Not Only To Hurt Someone, To Defeat Him, But Perhaps Also Simply To Become Conscious Of Our Own Strength.

Sleep Is No Mean Art.

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

Exhaustion Is The Shortest Way To Equality And Fraternity.

Everyone Wants To Be Foremost In This Future-and Yet Death And The Stillness Of Death Are The Only Things Certain And Common To All In This Future! How Strange That This Sole Thing That Is Certain And Common To All, Exercises Almost No Influence On Men, And That They Are The Furthest From Regarding Themselves As The Brotherhood Of Death! It Makes Me Happy To See That Men Do Not Want To Think At All Of The Idea Of Death!

A Vocation Is The Backbone Of Life.

Life And Living

In This State One Enriches Everything Out Of One's Own Fullness: Whatever One Sees, Whatever Wills Is Seen Swelled, Taut, Strong, Overloaded With Strength. A Man In This State Transforms Things Until They Mirror His Power—until They Are Reflections Of His Perfection. This Having To Transform Into Perfection Is—art.

There Is Perhaps Nothing So Admirable In Christianity And Buddhism As Their Art Of Teaching Even The Lowest To Elevate Themselves By Piety To A Seemingly Higher Order Of Things, And Thereby To Retain Their Satisfaction With The Actual World In Which They Find It Difficult Enough To Live - This Very Difficulty Being Necessary.

One Loves Ultimately One's Desires, Not The Thing Desired.

Beyond Good And Evil

...lust Is Only A Sweet Poison For The Weakling, But For Those Who Will With A Lion's Heart It Is The Reverently Reserved Wine Of Wines.

Every Extension Of Knowledge Arises From Making The Conscious The Unconscious.

One Never Perishes Through Anybody But Oneself.

The Really Historical Performance Would Talk To Ghosts.

Was That Life? Well Then, Once More!

The Church Is Precisely That Against Which Jesus Preached -- And Against Which He Taught His Disciples To Fight.

Even The Pluckiest Among Us Has But Seldom The Courage Of What He Really Knows.

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.

There Is A Great Ladder Of Religious Cruelty, And, Of Its Many Rungs, Three Are The Most Important. People Used To Make Human Sacrifices To Their God, Perhaps Even Sacrificing Those They Loved The Best ... Then, During The Moral Epoch Of Humanity, People Sacrificed The Strongest Instincts They Had, Their 'nature,' To Their God... Finally: What Was Left To Be Sacrificed? ... Didn't People Have To Sacrifice God Himself And Worship Rocks, Stupidity, Gravity, Fate, Or Nothingness Out Of Sheer Cruelty To Themselves?

Not Doubt, Certainty Is What Drives One Insane.

When One Thinks Profusely And Cleverly, Not Only His Face But His Body Too Takes On A Clever Appearance.

One Has To Know The Size Of One's Stomach.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake... I Would Only Believe In A God Who Knew How To Dance.

Liberalism Is The Transformation Of Mankind Into Cattle.

God Is A Too Palpably Clumsy Answer; An Answer Which Shows A Lack Of Delicacy Towards Us Thinkers-fundamentally, Even A Crude Prohibition To Us: You Shall Not Think!

Even The Most Beautiful Scenery Is No Longer Assured Of Our Love After We Have Lived In It For Three Months, And Some Distant Coast Attracts Our Avarice: Possessions Are Generally Diminished By Possession.

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

We Should Be A Mirror Of Being: We Are God In Miniature.

In Solitude There Grows What Anyone Brings Into It, The Inner Beast Too. Therefore Solitude Is Inadvisable To Many.

Although You Have So Far Demonstrated Little Faith In My Ability To Pay, I Yet Hope To Demonstrate That I Am Somebody Who Pays His Debts-for Example, To You.

What Then Is Truth? A Movable Host Of Metaphors, Metonymies, And Anthropomorphisms: In Short, A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Poetically And Rhetorically Intensified, Transferred, And Embellished, And Which, After Long Usage, Seem To A People To Be Fixed, Canonical, And Binding. Truths Are Illusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions — They Are Metaphors That Have Become Worn Out And Have Been Drained Of Sensuous Force.

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters, And Coldly It Tells Lies, And This Lie Drones On From Its Mouth: 'i, The State, Am The People'.

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.

A Degree Of Culture, And Assuredly A Very High One, Is Attained When Man Rises Above Superstitions And Religious Notions And Fears, And, For Instance, No Longer Believes In Guardian Angels Or In Original Sin, And Has Also Ceased To Talk Of The Salvation Of His Soul.

The Voice Of Beauty Speaks Softly; It Creeps Only Into The Most Fully Awakened Souls

A Man Of Genius Is Unbearable, Unless He Possesses At Least Two Things Besides: Gratitude And Purity.

If You Are Considering Marriage, Ask Yourself One Question: Will I Still Enjoy Talking With Her When I'm Old?

The Hour-hand Of Life.

At Present I Am Light, Now I Fly, Now I See Myself Below Me, Now A God Dances Through Me.

Socrates ... Is The First Philosopher Of Life [lebensphilosoph], ... Thinking Serves Life, While Among All Previous Philosophers Life Had Served Thought And Knowledge. ... Thus Socratic Philosophy Is Absolutely Practical: It Is Hostile To All Knowledge Unconnected To Ethical Implications.

Every Tradition Grows Continually More Venerable, And The More Remote Its Origins, The More This Is Lost Sight Of. The Veneration Paid The Tradition Accumulates From Generation To Generation, Until It At Last Becomes Holy And Excites Awe.

Whoever Knows He Is Deep Tries To Be Clear, But Whoever Wants To Seem Deep To The Crowd Tries To Be Obscure. For The Crowd Supposes That Anything It Cannot See To The Bottom Must Be Deep: It Is So Timid And Goes So Unwillingly Into The Water.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

Whom Do I Hate Most Among The Rabble Of Today? The Socialist Rabble, The Chandala Apostles, Who Undermine The Instinct, The Pleasure, The Worker's Sense Of Satisfaction With His Small Existence-who Make Him Envious, Who Teach Him Revenge. The Source Of Wrong Is Never Unequal Rights But The Claim Of "equal" Rights.

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.

I Presume That You Are Compassionate: To Be Without Pity Means To Be Sick In Body And Spirit. But One Should Have Spirit In Abundance, So As To Be Permitted To Be Compassionate! For Your Pity Is Detrimental To You And To Everyone.

Real Dancers Are The Ones Who Can Hear The Music In Their Soul.

Whoever Writes In Blood And Aphorisms Wants Not To Be Learned But To Be Learned By Heart.

Without Meaning, Without Substance, Without Aim: A Mere 'public Opinion'.

Horrible Experiences Lead Us To Wonder Whether The Person Who Experiences Them Might Not Be Something Horrible.

If We Make Sacrifices In Doing Good Or In Doing Ill, It Does Not Alter The Ultimate Value Of Our Actions; Even If We Stake Our Life In The Cause, As Martyrs Do For The Sake Of Our Church : It Is A Sacrifice To Our Longing For Power, Or For The Purpose Of Conserving Our Sense Of Power.

Virtues Are Dangerous As Vices Insofar As They Are Allowed To Rule Over One As Authorities And Not As Qualities One Develops Oneself.

This Crown To Crown The Laughing Man, This Rose-wreath Crown: I Myself Have Set This Crown Upon My Head, I Myself Have Pronounced My Laughter Holy.

Men Should Learn To Live With The Same Seriousness With Which Children Play.

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.

Sharp And Mild, Dull And Keen, Well Known And Strange, Dirty And Clean, Where Both The Fool And Wise Are Seen: All This Am I, Have Ever Been, - In Me Dove, Snake And Swine Convene!

Everyone Who Enjoys Supposes That The Tree Was Concerned With The Fruit, But It Was Really Concerned With The Seed. -in This Lies The Difference Between All Those Who Create And Those Who Enjoy.

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 Greater The Obstacle The More Glory In Overcoming It. - What Does Not Destroy Makes Me Stronger.

Moral Contempt Is A Far Greater Indignity And Insult Than Any Kind Of Crime.

Words Are Acoustical Signs For Concepts; Concepts, However, Are More Or Less Definite Image Signs For Often Recurring And Associated Sensations, For Groups Of Sensations. To Understand One Another, It Is Not Enough That One Use The Same Words; One Also Has To Use The Same Words For The Same Species Of Inner Experiences; In The End One Has To Have One's Experiences In Common.

We Have To Learn How To Come Out Of Unclean Situations Cleaner Than We Were, And Even How To Wash Ourselves With Dirty Water Whenwe Need To.

Of What Is Great One Must Either Be Silent Or Speak With Greatness. With Greatness--that Means Cynically And With Innocence.

Dancing In All Its Forms Cannot Be Excluded From The Curriculum Of All Noble Education; Dancing With The Feet, With Ideas, With Words, And, Need I Add That One Must Also Be Able To Dance With The Pen?

Though The Favourites Of The Gods Die Young, They Also Live Eternally In The Company Of Gods

Unexplained, Obscure Matters Are Regarded As More Important Than Explained, Clear Ones.

One Is Most Dishonest To One's God: He Is Not Allowed To Sin.

Truths Are Illusions Of Which One Has Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors That Have Become Worn-out And Deprived Of Their Sensuous Force, Coins That Have Lost Their Imprint And Are Now No Longer Seen As Coins But As Metal.

One Day Soon You Will Meet A Man, And He Will Rise Like A Phoenix From The Ashes, And It Is My Greatest Hope That He Will Not Give You Syphilis.

The Most Perfidious Way Of Harming A Cause Consists Of Defending It Deliberately With Faulty Arguments.

My Time Has Not Yet Come Either; Some Are Born Posthumously.

You Know A Moment Is Important When It Is Making Your Mind Go Numb With Beauty.

A Thing Can Only Live Through A Pious Illusion.

If You Stare Into The Abyss Long Enough The Abyss Stares Back At You.

Never To Read Another Book That Was Born And Baptized (with Ink) At The Same Time.

Pity Aims Just As Little At The Pleasure Of Others As Malice At The Pain Of Others Per-se.

What Is Originality? To See Something That Has No Name As Yet And Hence Cannot Be Mentioned Although It Stares Us All In The Face. The Way Men Usually Are, It Takes A Name To Make Something Visible For Them.

Metaphysical World.- It Is True, There Could Be A Metaphysical World; The Absolute Possibility Of It Is Hardly To Be Disputed. We Behold All Things Through The Human Head And Cannot Cut Off This Head; While The Question Nonetheless Remains What Of The World Would Still Be There If One Had Cut It Off.

Rejoicing In Our Joy, Not Suffering Over Our Suffering, Makes Someone A Friend.

It Says Nothing Against The Ripeness Of A Spirit That It Has A Few Worms.

Of All Evil I Deem You Capable: Therefore I Want The Good From You.

Once You Were Apes, Yet Even Now Man Is More Of An Ape Than Any Of The Apes.

When Virtue Has Slept It Will Arise More Vigorous.

So Long As The Priest, That Professional Negator, Slanderer And Poisoner Of Life, Is Regarded As A Superior Type Of Human Being, There Cannot Be Any Answer To The Question: What Is Truth?

There Are No Limits To God's Compassion With Paradises Over Their One Universally Felt Want: He Immediately Created Other Animals Besides. God's First Blunder: Man Didn't Find The Animals Amusing, - He Dominated Them And Didn't Even Want To Be An 'animal.'

He Who Strays From The Customary Becomes A Sacrifice To The Extraordinary; He Who Keeps To The Customary Becomes Its Slave. He Iscondemned To Perish In Either Case.

The Bad Gains Respect Through Imitation, The Good Loses It Especially In Art.

Many Brief Follies--that Is What You Call Love. And Your Marriage Puts An End To Many Brief Follies, With A Single Long Stupidity.

One Must Need To Be Strong, Otherwise One Will Never Become Strong.

There Is Something Laughable About The Sight Of Authors Who Enjoy The Rustling Folds Of Long And Involved Sentences: They Are Trying To Cover Up Their Feet.

One Has To Take A Somewhat Bold And Dangerous Line With This Existence: Especially As, Whatever Happens, We Are Bound To Lose It.

To Be Ashamed Of One's Immorality: That Is A Step On The Staircase At Whose End One Is Also Ashamed Of One's Morality.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

In Every Form Of Womanly Love Something Of Motherly Love Also Comes To Light.

All Philosophers Make The Common Mistake Of Taking Contemporary Man As Their Starting Point And Of Trying, Through An Analysis Of Him, To[21] Reach A Conclusion. "man" Involuntarily Presents Himself To Them As An Aeterna Veritas As A Passive Element In Every Hurly-burly, As A Fixed Standard Of Things. Yet Everything Uttered By The Philosopher On The Subject Of Man Is, In The Last Resort, Nothing More Than A Piece Of Testimony Concerning Man During A Very Limited Period Of Time.

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