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Everyone Nowadays Lives Through Too Much And Thinks Through Too Little: They Have A Ravenous Appetite And Colic At The Same Time So That They Keep Getting Thinner And Thinner No Matter How Much They Eat.--whoever Says Nowadays, "i Have Not Experienced Anything"--is A Simpleton.

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Everyone Nowadays Lives Through

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Everyone Nowadays Lives Through Too Much And Thinks Through Too Little: They Have A Ravenous Appetite And Colic At The Same Time So That They Keep Getting Thinner And Thinner No Matter How Much They Eat.--whoever Says Nowadays, "i Have Not Experienced Anything"--is A Simpleton.

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The Followers Of A Great Man Often Put Their Eyes Out, So That They May Be The Better Able To Sing His Praise.

Consider The Cattle, Grazing As They Pass You By. They Do Not Know What Is Meant By Yesterday Or Today, They Leap About, Eat, Rest, Digest, Leap About Again, And So From Morn Till Night And From Day To Day, Fettered To The Moment And Its Pleasure Or Displeasure, And Thus Neither Melancholy Nor Bored. [...] A Human Being May Well Ask An Animal: 'why Do You Not Speak To Me Of Your Happiness But Only Stand And Gaze At Me?' The Animal Would Like To Answer, And Say, 'the Reason Is I Always Forget What I Was Going To Say' - But Then He Forgot This Answer Too, And Stayed Silent.

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There Are Ages In Which The Rational Man And The Intuitive Man Stand Side By Side, The One In Fear Of Intuition, The Other With Scorn For Abstraction. The Latter Is Just As Irrational As The Former Is Inartistic.

We Have Arranged For Ourselves A World In Which We Can Live - By Positing Bodies, Lines, Planes, Causes And Effects, Motion And Rest, Form And Content; Without These Articles Of Faith Nobody Could Now Endure Life. But That Does Not Prove Them. Life Is No Argument. The Conditions Of Life Might Include Error.

At A Certain Place In Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, For Example, He Might Feel That He Is Floating Above The Earth In A Starry Dome, With The Dream Of Immortality In His Heart; All The Stars Seem To Glimmer Around Him, And The Earth Seems To Sink Ever Deeper Downwards.

Scholars Who Become Politicians Are Usually Assigned The Comic Role Of Having To Be The Good Conscience Of State Policy.

Every Word Instantly Becomes A Concept Precisely Insofar As It Is Not Supposed To Serve As A Reminder Of The Unique And Entirely Individual Original Experience To Which It Owes Its Origin; But Rather, A Word Becomes A Concept Insofar As It Simultaneously Has To Fit Countless More Or Less Similar Cases -- Which Means, Purely And Simply, Cases Which Are Never Equal And Thus Altogether Unequal.

Although The Most Acute Judges Of The Witches And Even The Witches Themselves, Were Convinced Of The Guilt Of Witchery, The Guilt Nevertheless Was Non-existent. It Is Thus With All Guilt.

I Climb Upon The Highest Mountains, Laughing At All Tragedies - Whether Real Or Imaginary.

This Is The Manner Of Noble Souls: They Do Not Want To Have Anything For Nothing; Least Of All, Life. Whoever Is Of The Mob Wants To Live For Nothing; We Others, However, To Whom Life Gave Itself, We Always Think About What We Might Best Give In Return... One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where One Does Not Give Joy.

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.

Nothing Is Beautiful, Only Man: On This Piece Of Naivete Rests All Aesthetics, It Is The First Truth Of Aesthetics. Let Us Immediately Add Its Second: Nothing Is Ugly But Degenerate Man - The Domain Of Aesthetic Judgment Is Therewith Defined.

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.

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

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.

And He Who Must Be A Creator In Good And Evil: Verily, He Must Be An Annihilator First And Demolish Values.

Creating-that Is The Great Salvation From Suffering, And Life's Alleviation. But For The Creator To Appear, Suffering Itself Is Needed, And Much Transformation.

War Has Always Been The Grand Sagacity Of Every Spirit Which Has Grown Too Inward And Too Profound; Its Curative Power Lies Even In The Wounds One Receives.

The Strongest Knowledge (that Of The Total Freedom Of The Human Will) Is Nonetheless The Poorest In Successes: For It Always Has The Strongest Opponent, Human Vanity.

I Want To Learn More And More To See As Beautiful What Is Necessary In Things:—then I Shall Be One Of Those Who Make Things Beautiful. Amor Fati: Let That Be My Love From Henceforth!

If There Is Something To Pardon In Everything, There Is Also Something To Condemn.

We Would Not Let Ourselves Be Burned To Death For Our Opinions: We Are Not Sure Enough Of Them For That.

A Philosophical Mythology Lies Concealed In Language, Which Breaks Out Again At Every Moment, No Matter How Cautious We May Be.

Only He Who Is Man Enough Will Release The Woman In Woman.

Time Flies Apace-we Would Fain Believe That Everything Flies Forward With It.

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I Conjure You, My Brethren, To Remain Faithful To Earth, And Do Not Believe Those Who Speak Unto You Of Super Terrestrial Hopes! Poisoners They Are, Whether They Know It Or Not.

Man Is The Cruelest Animal. At Tragedies, Bullfights, And Crucifixions He Has So Far Felt Best On Earth; And When He Invented Hell For Himself, Behold, That Was His Very Heaven.

Once The Decision Has Been Made, Close Your Ear Even To The Best Counter Argument: Sign Of A Strong Character. Thus An Occasional Will To Stupidity.

The Better The State Is Established, The Fainter Is Humanity. To Make The Individual Uncomfortable, That Is My Task.

What Is Good? All That Enhances The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, And Power Itself In Man. What Is Bad? — All That Proceeds From Weakness. What Is Happiness? — The Feeling That Power Is Increasing — That Resistance Has Been Overcome.

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.

The Enjoyment That All Morality Has Given Us To Now And That It Continues To Give Us--and So, What Has Kept It Going Up To Now--lies In Everyone's Right, Without Lengthy Investigation, To Praise And Blame. And Who Could Endure Life Without Praising And Blaming!

I Welcome All The Signs Indicating That A More Manly And Warlike Age Is Commencing, Which Will, Above All, Bring Heroism Again Into Honour!

The Final Reward Of The Dead - To Die No More

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The Will To Truth Is Merely The Longing For A Stable World.

When Virtue Has Slept It Will Arise More Vigorous.

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Nothing Can Be Done About It: Every Master Has But A Single Pupil--and He Will Not Stay Loyal To Him--for He Is Also Destined To Become A Master.

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I Cook Every Chance In My Pot. And Only When It Is Cooked Through Do I Welcome It As My Food.

Under Peaceful Conditions A Warlike Man Sets Upon Himself.

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!

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Everyone Nowadays Lives Through Too Much And Thinks Through Too Little: They Have A Ravenous Appetite And Colic At The Same Time So That They Keep Getting Thinner And Thinner No Matter How Much They Eat.--whoever Says Nowadays, "i Have Not Experienced Anything"--is A Simpleton.

Thinking Has To Be Learned In The Way Dancing Has To Be Learned.

The Last Christian Died On A Cross.

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Those You Cannot Teach To Fly, Teach To Fall Faster.

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It Is The Business Of The Very Few To Be Independent; It Is A Privilege Of The Strong.

The Really Historical Performance Would Talk To Ghosts.

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I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

I Am Not A Man, I Am Dynamite!

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

Nobody Thanks A Witty Man For Politeness When He Puts Himself On A Par With A Society In Which It Would Not Be Polite To Show One's Wit.

We Do Not Belong To Those Who Only Get Their Thought From Books, Or At The Prompting Of Books, -- It Is Our Custom To Think In The Open Air, Walking, Leaping, Climbing, Or Dancing On Lonesome Mountains By Preference, Or Close To The Sea, Where Even The Paths Become Thoughtful.

Today I Love Myself As I Love My God: Who Could Charge Me With A Sin Today? I Know Only Sins Against My God; But Who Knows My God?

Sensuality Often Makes Love Grow Too Quickly, So That The Root Remains Weak And Is Easy To Pull Out.

When A Hundred Men Stand Together, Each Of Them Loses His Mind And Gets Another One.

Young People Love What Is Interesting And Odd, No Matter How True Or False It Is. More Mature Minds Love What Is Interesting And Odd About Truth. Fully Mature Intellects, Finally, Love Truth, Even When It Appears Plain And Simple, Boring To The Ordinary Person; For They Have Noticed That Truth Tends To Reveal Its Highest Wisdom In The Guise Of Simplicity.

Without Myth, However, Every Culture Loses Its Healthy Creative Natural Power: It Is Only A Horizon Encompassed With Myth That Rounds Off To Unity A Social Movement.

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

Little Prigs And Three-quarter Madmen May Have The Conceit That The Laws Of Nature Are Constantly Broken For Their Sakes.

I Love All Who Are Like Heavy Drops Falling One By One Out Of The Dark Cloud That Lowereth Over Man: They Herald The Coming Of The Lightning, And Succumb As Heralds.

Digressions, Objections, Delight In Mockery, Carefree Mistrust Are Signs Of Health.

Is Man Merely A Mistake Of God's? Or God Merely A Mistake Of Man?

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Whoever Has Looked Deeply Into The World Might Well Guess What Wisdom Lies In The Superficiality Of Men.

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Sometimes People Don't Want To Hear The Truth Because They Don't Want Their Illusions Destroyed.

Wherever Progress Is To Ensue, Deviating Natures Are Of Greatest Importance.

Life Is At An End Where The Kingdom Of God Begins

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

Faith Makes Blessed. Consequently It Lies.

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

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.

That Lies Should Be Necessary To Life Is Part And Parcel Of The Terrible And Questionable Character Of Existence.

Whoever Despises Himself Still Esteems The Despiser Within Himself.

Man, Full Of Emptiness And Torn Apart With Homesickness For The Desert Has Had To Create From Within Himself An Adventure, A Torture-chamber, An Unsafe And Hazardous Wilderness- This Fool, This Prisoner Consumed With Longing And Despair, Became The Inventor Of 'bad Conscience'.

My Abyss Speaks, I Have Turned My Ultimate Depth Inside Out Into The Light.

Let Us Beware Of Saying That Death Is The Opposite Of Life. The Living Being Is Only A Species Of The Dead, And A Very Rare Species.

There Would Be No Sunshine In Society If The Born Flatterers, I Mean The So-called Amiable People, Did Not Bring It In With Them.

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

The Anarchist And The Christian Have A Common Origin.

All In All, Punishment Hardens And Renders People More Insensible; It Concentrates; It Increases The Feeling Of Estrangement; It Strengthens The Power Of Resistance.

You Know These Things As Thoughts, But Your Thoughts Are Not Your Experiences, They Are An Echo And After-effect Of Your Experiences: As When Your Room Trembles Whe Na Carriage Goes Past. I However Am Sitting In The Carriage, And Often I Am The Carriage Itself. Ina Man Who Thinks Like This, The Dichotomy Between Thinking And Feeling, Intellect And Passion, Has Really Disappeared. He Feels His Thoughts. He Can Fall In Love With An Idea. An Idea Can Make Him Ill.

One Must Shed The Bad Taste Of Wanting To Agree With Many. "good" Is No Longer Good When One's Neighbor Mouths It. And How Should There Be A "common Good"! The Term Contradicts Itself: Whatever Can Be Common Always Has Little Value. In The End It Must Be As It Is And Always Has Been: Great Things Remain For The Great, Abysses For The Profound, Nuances And Shudders For The Refined, And, In Brief, All That Is Rare For The Rare.

The Dyed-in-the-wool Teacher Takes Everything Seriously Only With Respect To His Students--himself Included.

The Value Of Many Men And Books Rests Solely On Their Faculty For Compelling All To Seek Out The Most Hidden And Intimate Things.

When We Stand The Truth On Its Head We Generally Fail To Notice That Our Head Is Not Standing Where It Should Be Standing Either.

A Vocation Is The Backbone Of Life.

Life And Living

Where There Is The Tree Of Knowledge, There Is Always Paradise: So Say The Most Ancient And Most Modern Serpents.

What, If Some Day Or Night A Demon Were To Steal After You Into Your Loneliest Loneliness And Say To You: 'this Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More' ... Would You Not Throw Yourself Down And Gnash Your Teeth And Curse The Demon Who Spoke Thus? Or Have You Once Experienced A Tremendous Moment When You Would Have Answered Him: 'you Are A God And Never Have I Heard Anything More Divine.

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

When One Gives Up The Christian Faith, One Pulls The Right To Christian Morality Out From Under One's Feet. This Morality Is By No Means Self-evident. Christianity Is A System, A Whole View Of Things Thought Out Together. By Breaking One Main Concept Out Of It, The Faith In God, One Breaks The Whole. It Stands Or Falls With Faith In God.

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.

Whoever Gives Advice To A Sick Person Acquires A Feeling Of Superiority Over Him, Whether The Advice Be Accepted Or Rejected.

When Good Friends Praise A Gifted Person He Often Appears To Be Delighted With Them Out Of Politeness And Goodwill, But In Reality He Feels Indifferent.

But Thus Do I Counsel You, My Friends: Distrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful! Distrust All Those Who Talk Much Of Their Justice!

Who Has Not For The Sake Of His Reputation Sacrificed Himself?

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.

So Long As The Spectator Has To Figure Out The Meaning Of This Or That Person, Or The Presuppositions Of This Or That Conflict Of Inclinations And Purposes, He Cannot Become Completely Absorbed In The Activities And Sufferings Of The Chief Characters Or Feel Breathless Pity And Fear.

You Call Yourself Free? I Want To Hear Your Ruling Thought And Not That You Have Escaped A Yoke. Are You Such A One As Was Permitted To Escape A Yoke? There Are Some Who Threw Away Their Ultimate Worth When They Threw Away Their Servitude. Free From What? What Is That To Zarathustra! But Your Eyes Should Announce To Me Brightly: Free For What?

You Never Exist Quite So Much As When You Are Not Thinking

People Are Always Angry At Anyone Who Chooses Very Individual Standards For His Life; Because Of The Extraordinary Treatment Which That Man Grants To Himself, They Feel Degraded, Like Ordinary Beings.

I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

It Is Not In How One Soul Approaches Another But In How It Withdraws That I Knowr Its Affinity And Solidarity With The Other.

The Definition Of Morality: Morality Is The Idiosyncrasy Of Decadents Having The Hidden Desire To Revenge Themselves Upon Life - And Being Successful.

A Few Hours' Mountain Climbing Make Of A Rogue And A Saint Two Fairly Equal Creatures. Tiredness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity - And Sleep Finally Adds To Them Liberty.

Yet Tell Me, My Brothers: If A Goal For Humanity Is Still Lacking, Is There Not Still Lacking--humanity Itself?

The Domestication (the Culture) Of Man Does Not Go Deep--where It Does Go Deep It At Once Becomes Degeneration (type: The Christian). The 'savage' (or, In Moral Terms, The Evil Man) Is A Return To Nature--and In A Certain Sense His Recovery, His Cure From 'culture'.

The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven Must Send Its Roots To Hell.

When A Man Is Ill His Very Goodness Is Sickly.

In Every Ascetic Morality Man Worships A Part Of Himself As God And For That He Needs To Diabolize The Other Part.

One Should Not Go Into Churches If One Wants To Breathe Pure Air.

With Deep Men, As With Deep Wells, It Takes A Long Time For Anything That Falls Into Them To Hit Bottom. Onlookers, Who Almost Never Wait Long Enough, Readily Suppose That Such Men Are Callous And Unresponsive--or Even Boring.

You Have Not Yet Suffered Enough! For You Suffer Only From Yourselves, You Have Not Yet Suffered From Man.

If We Have Our Own Why Of Life, We Shall Get Along With Almost Any How. Man Does Not Strive For Pleasure; Only The Englishman Does.

The Disappointed One Speaks. I Searched For Great Human Beings; I Always Found Only The Apes Of Their Ideals.

I Have Learned To Walk: Ever Since, I Let Myself Run. I Have Learned To Fly: Ever Since, I Do Not Want To Be Pushed Before Moving Along.

We Feign Pity When We Want To Demonstrate Our Ascendancy Over Feelings Of Hostility: But Usually In Vain. Whenever We Notice This,there Is An Accompanying Surge In Those Hostile Sensations.

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.

Man Is The Only Animal That Must Be Encouraged To Live.

I Can Be Thrown By The Wayside, But I'm Looking At The Stars.

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.

The Drive Toward The Formation Of Metaphors Is The Fundamental Human Drive, Which One Cannot For A Single Instant Dispense With In Thought , For One Would Thereby Dispense With Man Himself.

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

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

Generally Speaking, The Greater A Woman's Beauty, The Greater Her Modesty.

A Nation Usually Renews Its Youth On A Political Sick-bed, And There Finds Again The Spirit Which It Had Gradually Lost In Seeking And Maintaining Power.

Every Master Has But One Disciple, And That One Becomes Unfaithful To Him, For He Too Is Destined For Master-ship.

Most People Are Too Stupid To Act In Their Own Interest

In The Beautiful, Man Sets Himself Up As The Standard Of Perfection; In Select Cases He Worships Himself In It. Man Believes That The World Itself Is Filled With Beauty -he Forgets That It Is He Who Has Created It. He Alone Has Bestowed Beauty Upon The World -alas! Only A Very Human, An All Too Human, Beauty.

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.

I Live In My Own Place - Have Never Copied Anyone Even Half, And At Any Master Who Lacks The Grace - To Laugh At Himself - I Laugh.

Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

Love And Hatred Are Not Blind, But Are Blinded By The Fire They Bear Within Themselves.

Whatever Is Gold Does Not Glitter. A Gentle Radiance Belongs To The Noblest Metal.

We Pay Dearly For Immortality: We Die For It More Than Once During Our Lifetimes.

Philosophers Are In The Habit Of Setting Themselves Before Life And Experience.

The Parasites Live Where The Great Have Little Secret Sores.

Whoever Feels Predestined To See And Not To Believe Will Find All Believers Too Noisy And Pushy: He Guards Against Them.

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

Glance Into The World Just As Though Time Were Gone: And Everything Crooked Will Become Straight To You.

Do You Call Yourself Free? It Is Your Ruling Thought That I Would Hear, And Not That You Have Escaped From A Yoke.

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

You Who Hate The Jews So, Why Did You Adopt Their Religion?

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

Whoever No Longer Finds Greatness In God No Longer Finds It Anywhere--he Must Either Deny It Or Create It.

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

He Who Lives As Children Live - Who Does Not Struggle For His Bread And Does Not Believe That His Actions Possess Any Ultimate Significance - Remains Childlike.

Women Are Constituted In Such A Way That All Truth (regarding Men, Love, Children, Society, The Purpose Of Life) Disgusts Them, And In Such A Way That They Try To Revenge Themselves On Anyone Who Opens Their Eyes.

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

Being Human Is A Complicated Gig. So Give That Ol' Dark Night Of The Soul A Hug. Howl The Eternal Yes!

Aphorisms Should Be Peaks - And Those Who Are Addressed, Tall And Lofty. The Air Thin And Pure, Danger Near, And The Spirit Full Of Gay Sarcasm: These Go Well Together.

The Deeper Minds Of All Ages Have Had Pity For Animals.

Beauty Is For The Artist Something Outside All Orders Of Rank, Because In Beauty Opposites Are Tamed; The Highest Sign Of Power, Namely Power Over Opposites; Moreover, Without Tension: - That Violence Is No Longer Needed: That Everything Follows, Obeys, So Easily And So Pleasantly - That Is What Delights The Artist's Will To Power.

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

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

The Aphorism, The Apothegm, In Which I Am The First Among The Germans To Be A Master, Are The Forms Of “eternity”; It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Everyone Else Says In A Book — What Everyone Else Does Not Say In A Book.

I Teach You The Overman. Man Is Something That Shall Be Overcome. What Have You Done To Overcome Him? ... The Time Has Come For Man To Set Himself A Goal. The Time Has Come To Plant The Seed To His Highest Hope.

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

Whatever Does Not Kill Me Makes Me Stronger.

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Priests ... These Turkey-cocks Of God.

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

When I Seek Another Word For 'music', I Never Find Any Other Word Than 'venice'

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!

Woman Learns To Hate To The Extent To Which Her Charms Decrease.

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.

Every Day I Count Wasted In Which There Has Been No Dancing.

One Never Dives Into The Water To Save A Drowning Man More Eagerly Than When There Are Others Present Who Dare Not Take The Risk.

The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

Every Past Is Worth Condemning.

A Thought Comes When It Will, Not When I Will.

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