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For Such Is Man: A Theological Dogma Might Be Refuted To Him A Thousand Times - Provided However, That He Had Need Of It, He Would Again And Again Accept It As True. Belief Is Always Most Desired, Most Pressingly Needed Where There Is A Lack Of Will. Fanaticism Is The Sole "volitional Strength" To Which The Weak And Irresolute Can Be Excited, As A Sort Of Hypnotising Of The Entire Sensory-intellectual System.

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For Such Is Man:

Friedrich Nietzsche

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For Such Is Man: A Theological Dogma Might Be Refuted To Him A Thousand Times - Provided However, That He Had Need Of It, He Would Again And Again Accept It As True. Belief Is Always Most Desired, Most Pressingly Needed Where There Is A Lack Of Will. Fanaticism Is The Sole "volitional Strength" To Which The Weak And Irresolute Can Be Excited, As A Sort Of Hypnotising Of The Entire Sensory-intellectual System.

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Only You Must Have Worthy Foes Hate, But Not Enemies Worthy Of Contempt. You Must Be Proud Of Your Enemy.

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And As Long As You Are In Any Way Ashamed Before Yourself, You Do Not Yet Belong With Us.

Mastery Has Been Achieved When One Neither Makes A Mistake Nor Hesitates In The Performance.

Whom Do You Call Bad?--those Who Always Want To Induce Shame.

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Men After Death ... Are Understood Worse Than Men Of The Moment, But Heard Better.

That For Which We Find Words Is Something Already Dead In Our Hearts.

One Must Have All The Virtues To Sleep Well. Shall I Bear False Witness? Shall I Commit Adultery? Shall I Covet My Neighbor's Maid? All That Would Go Ill With Good Sleep.

The Christian Church Is An Encyclopedia Of Prehistoric Cults.

When One Has Not Had A Good Father, One Must Create One.

I Know The Hatred And Envy Of Your Hearts. Ye Are Not Great Enough Not To Know Of Hatred And Envy. Then Be Great Enough Not To Be Ashamed Of Them!

One Can Also Be Undignified And Flattering Toward A Virtue.

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

Joy Wants The Eternity Of All Things, Wants Deep, Wants Deep Eternity.

Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask.

Knowing Things Halfway Is A Greater Success Than Knowing Things Completely: It Takes Things To Be Simpler Than They Really Are Andso Makes Its Opinions More Easily Understandable And Persuasive.

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He Who Would Learn To Fly One Day Must First Learn To Stand And Walk And Run And Climb And Dance; One Cannot Fly Into Flying.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Of One's Own Free Choice, Death At The Proper Time, With A Clear Head And With Joyfulness, Consummated In The Midst Of Children And Witnesses: So That An Actual Leave-taking Is Possible While He Who Is Leaving Is Still There.

All Isolation Is Wrong So Say The Herd. And Long Didst Thou Belong To The Herd.

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