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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.

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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.

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The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.

Idleness Is The Parent Of Psychology.

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One Can Also Be Undignified And Flattering Toward A Virtue.

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters.

Knapsack Of The Metaphysicians.- Those Who Boast So Mightily Of The Scientificality Of Their Metaphysics Should Receive No Answer; It Is Enough To Pluck At The Bundle Which, With A Certain Degree Of Embarrassment, They Keep Concealed Behind Their Back; If One Succeeds In Opening It, The Products Of That Scientificality Come To Light, Attended By Their Blushes: A Dear Little Lord God, A Nice Little Immortality, Perhaps A Certain Quantity Of Spiritualism, And In Any Event A Whole Tangled Heap Of 'wretched Poor Sinner' And Pharisee Arrogance.

A Moral System Valid For All Is Basically Immoral.

If One Uses One's Intellect To Become Master Over The Unlimited Emotions, It May Produce A Sorry And Diversionary Effect Upon The Intellect.

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

Everything In Woman Hath A Solution. It Is Called Pregnancy.

Christianity Is Called The Religion Of Pity.

Profundity Of Thought Belongs To Youth, Clarity Of Thought To Old Age.

We Talk So Abstractly About Poetry Because All Of Us Are Usually Bad Poets.

Where One Despises, One Cannot Wage War.

In Some Remote Corner Of The Universe, Poured Out And Glittering Among Innumerable Solar Systems, There Once Was A Star On Which Clever Animals Invented Knowledge.

At Heart I Am A Warrior.

Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing.

The Ascetic Makes A Necessity Of Virtue.

We Take A Fancy To Something: And Scarcely Have We Thoroughly Taken A Fancy To It When That Tyrant In Us Calls Out: "give Me Thatin Sacrifice"--and We Give It.

When Zarathustra Was Alone . . . He Said To His Heart: "could It Be Possible! This Old Saint In The Forest Hath Not Yet Heard Of It, That God Is Dead!"

All Human Life Is Sunk Deep In Untruth; The Individual Cannot Pull It Out Of This Well Without Growing Profoundly Annoyed With His Entire Past, Without Finding His Present Motives (like Honor) Senseless, And Without Opposing Scorn And Disdain To The Passions That Urge One On To The Future And To The Happiness In It.

Judgments, Value Judgments Concerning Life, For Or Against, Can In The Last Resort Never Be True: They Possess Value Only As Symptoms, They Come Into Consideration Only As Symptoms - In Themselves Such Judgments Are Stupidities.

On All The Walls, Wherever Walls Exist, I Will Inscribe This Eternal Indictment Of Christianity--i Have Letters To Make Even Blindmen See.... I Call Christianity The Single Great Curse, The Single Great Innermost Depravity, The Single Great Instinct Of Revenge, For Which No Means Is Poisonous, Secretive, Subterranean, Small Enough--i Call It Mankind's Single Immortal Blemish.... And We Reckon Time From The Dies Nefastus With Which This Calamity Arose--following Christianity's First Day!--why Not Following Its Last Day, Instead?--following Today?--transvaluation Of All Values!

Amor Fati – “love Your Fate”, Which Is In Fact Your Life.

One Does Not Know - Cannot Know - The Best That Is In One.

The Grand Style Follows Suit With All Great Passion. It Disdains To Please, It Forgets To Persuade. It Commands. It Wills.

Yes, Life Is A Woman!

Everyone Becomes Brave When He Observes One Who Despairs.

Antithesis Is The Narrow Gateway Through Which Error Most Prefers To Worm Its Way Towards Truth.

The Various Languages Placed Side By Side Show That With Words It Is Never A Question Of Truth, Never A Question Of Adequate Expression; Otherwise, There Would Not Be So Many Languages. The 'thing In Itself' (which Is Precisely What The Pure Truth, Apart From Any Of Its Consequences, Would Be) Is Likewise Something Quite Incomprehensible To The Creator Of Language And Something Not In The Least Worth Striving For.

Not To Him Who Is Offensive To Us Are We Most Unfair, But To Him Who Doth Not Concern Us At All.

To Have And To Want More That Is Life.

Talking Much About Oneself Can Also Be A Means To Conceal Oneself.

When We Have A Great Goal We Are Superior Even To Justice, Not Merely To Our Deeds And Our Judges.

Growth In Wisdom Can Be Measured Precisely By Decline In Bile.

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.

In The Consciousness Of The Truth He Has Perceived, Man Now Sees Everywhere Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence And Loathing Seizes Him.

A Strong And Well-constituted Man Digests His Experiences (deeds And Misdeeds All Included) Just As He Digests His Meats, Even When He Has Some Tough Morsels To Swallow.

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

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.

To Predict The Behavior Of Ordinary People In Advance, You Only Have To Assume That They Will Always Try To Escape A Disagreeable Situation With The Smallest Possible Expenditure Of Intelligence.

Science Is About Finding Ever Better Approximations Rather Than Pretending You Have Already Found Ultimate Truth. A Casual Stroll Through The Lunatic Asylum Shows That Faith Does Not Prove Anything.

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Interest In Education Will Acquire Great Strength Only From The Moment When Belief In A God And His Care Is Renounced, Just As The Art Of Healing Could Only Flourish When The Belief In Miracle Cures Ceased.

Man's Task Is Simple. He Should Cease Letting His Existence Be A Thoughtless Accident.

Every Man In Creating The Beautiful Appearance Of The Dream Worlds Is A Perfect Artist.

Why Is It That Wellnesses Are Not As Contagious As Illnesses--generally Speaking, But Also Especially Regarding Taste? Or Are There Epidemics Of Health?

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

What? A Great Man? I Only Ever See The Ape Of His Own Ideal.

'he Who Seeks May Easily Get Lost Himself. It Is A Crime To Go Apart And Be Alone.' Thus Speaks The Herd.

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Has A Woman Who Knew She Was Well-dressed Ever Caught A Cold?

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No Shepherd And One Herd! Everybody Wants The Same, Everybody Is The Same: Whoever Feels Different Goes Voluntarily Into A Madhouse.

There Are No Eternal Facts, As There Are No Absolute Truths.

Nobody Can Build The Bridge For You To Walk Across The River Of Life, No One But You Yourself Alone. There Are, To Be Sure, Countless Paths And Bridges And Demi-gods Which Would Carry You Across This River; But Only At The Cost Of Yourself; You Would Pawn Yourself And Lose. There Is In The World Only One Way, On Which Nobody Can Go, Except You: Where Does It Lead? Do Not Ask, Go Along With It.

The Refinement Of Shame. People Are Not Ashamed To Think Something Foul, But They Are Ashamed When They Think These Foul Thoughts Are Attributed To Them.

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

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

It Is A Self-deception Of Philosophers And Moralists To Imagine That They Escape Decadence By Opposing It. That Is Beyond Their Will; And, However Little They Acknowledge It, One Later Discovers That They Were Among The Most Powerful Promoters Of Decadence.

Distrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful.

Buddhism Is A Hundred Times As Realistic As Christianity It Is Part Of Its Living Heritage That It Is Able To Face Problems Objectively And Coolly; It Is The Product Of Long Centuries Of Philosophical Speculation.

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Great Intellects Are Skeptical.

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Ah, How Little You Know Of Human Happiness - You Comfortable And Benevolent People! For Happiness And Unhappiness Are Brother And Sister - Or Even Twins Who Grow Up Together - Or In Your Case - Remain Small Together!

The Man Of Knowledge Must Be Able Not Only To Love His Enemies But Also To Hate His Friends.

Whoever Does Not Know How To Find The Way To His Ideal Lives More Frivolously And Impudently Than The Man Without An Ideal.

The Best Weapon Against An Enemy Is Another Enemy.

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In Our Own Presence, We All Pretend To Be Simpler Than We Are: Thus We Take A Break From Our Fellow Human Beings.

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

This World Is The Will To Power And Nothing Besides!

[heraclitus' Language] Dispenses With Lightness And Artificial Decoration, Foremost Out Of Disgust For Humanity And Out Of [his Own] Defiant Feeling.

Man... Cannot Learn To Forget, But Hangs On The Past: However Far Or Fast He Runs, That Chain Runs With Him.

In Architecture The Pride Of Man, His Triumph Over Gravitation, His Will To Power, Assume A Visible Form. Architecture Is A Sort Of Oratory Of Power By Means Of Forms.

Above All, There Is No Exception To This Rule: That The Idea Of Political Superiority Always Resolves Itself Into The Idea Of Psychological Superiority.

If A Temple Is To Be Erected, A Temple Must Be Destroyed .

Precisely The Least, The Softest, Lightest, A Lizard's Rustling, A Breath, A Flash, A Moment - A Little Makes The Way Of The Best Happiness.

When We Dream About Those Who Are Long Since Forgotten Or Dead, It Is A Sign That We Have Undergone A Radical Transformation And That The Ground On Which We Live Has Been Completely Dug Up: Then The Dead Rise Up, And Our Antiquity Becomes Modernity.

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.

I Want To Speak To The Despisers Of The Body. I Would Not Have Them Learn And Teach Differently, But Merely Say Farewell To Their Own Bodies-- And Thus Become Silent.

What, Then Is Truth?... Truths Are Illusions About Which One Has Forgotten That This Is What They Are.

Only Great Pain Is, As The Teacher Of Great Suspicion, The Ultimate Liberator Of The Spirit...i Doubt Whether Such Pain Improves Us-but I Do Know It Deepens Us.

The English Are A Nation Of Consummate Cant.

Thinking About Suicide Is A Potent Consolation: It Helps Us To Get Through Many A Bad Night.

The Essence Of All Beautiful Art, All Great Art, Is Gratitude.

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Success Has Always Been The Greatest Liar - And The "work" Itself Is A Success; The Great Statesman, The Conqueror, The Discoverer Is Disguised By His Creations, Often Beyond Recognition; The "work," Whether Of The Artist Or The Philosopher, Invents The Man Who Has Created It, Who Is Supposed To Have Create It; "great Men," As They Are Venerated, Are Subsequent Pieces Of Wretched Minor Fiction

I Hate Who Steals My Solitude, Without Really Offer Me In Exchange Company.

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.

Robinson Had A Servant Even Better Than Friday: His Name Was Crusoe.

Your Enemy Shall Ye Seek; Your War Shall Ye Wage, And For The Sake Of Your Thoughts! And If Your Thoughts Succumb, Your Uprightness Shall Still Shout Triumph Thereby!

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

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To Get Into Just Those Situations Where Sham Virtues Will Not Suffice, But Rather Where, As With The Ropedancer On His Rope, One Either Falls Or Stands--or Gets Down.

Nihilism: Any Aim Is Lacking, Any Answer To The Question "why" Is Lacking. What Does Nihilism Mean?--that The Supreme Values Devaluate Themselves.

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.

My Conception Of Freedom. — The Value Of A Thing Sometimes Does Not Lie In That Which One Attains By It, But In What One Pays For It — What It Costs Us. Liberal Institutions Cease To Be Liberal As Soon As They Are Attained: Later On, There Are No Worse And No More Thorough Injurers Of Freedom Than Liberal Institutions.

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

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

I Have Never Pondered Over Questions That Are Not Questions.

Courage Is The Best Slayer - Courage Which Attacketh, For In Every Attack There Is The Sound Of Triumph.

The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.

When Somebody Dies We Usually Need Reasons For Consolation, Not So Much To Alleviate Our Pain As To Excuse Ourselves For So Readily Feeling Consoled.

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

What Is The Greatest Thing Ye Can Experience? It Is The Hour Of Great Contempt. The Hour In Which Even Your Happiness Becometh Loathsome Unto You, And So Also Your Reason And Virtue.

Help Thyself: Then Everyone Will Help Thee Too. Principle Of Christian Charity.

That Which Does Not Destroy, Strengthens.

Error Has Made Animals Into Men; Is Truth In A Position To Make Men Into Animals Again?

If A Woman Possesses Manly Virtues, She Is To Be Run Away From; And If She Does Not Possess Them, She Runs Away Herself.

That The World Is A Divine Game And Beyond Good And Evil:min This The Vedanta Philosophy And Heraclitus Are My Predecessors.

All Idealism Is Falsehood In The Face Of Necessity.

In Solitude The Lonely Man Is Eaten Up By Himself, Among Crowds By The Many.

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

The End Of A Melody Is Not Its Goal; But Nonetheless, If The Melody Had Not Reached Its End It Would Not Have Reached Its Goal Either. A Parable.

Our Body Is Simply A Social Structure Made Of Many Souls.

The Quality Of A Marriage Is Proven By Its Ability To Tolerate An Occasional "exception.

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

Is Man One Of God's Blunders? Or Is God One Of Man's Blunders?

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

Every Great Love Brings With It The Cruel Idea Of Killing The Object Of Its Love So That It May Be Removed Once And For All From The Wicked Game Of Change: For Love Dreads Change Even More Than Annihilation.

Every Virtue Inclines To Stupidity, Every Stupidity To Virtue; "stupid To The Point Of Sanctity," They Say In Russia, - Let Us Be Careful Lest Out Of Pure Honesty We Eventually Become Saints And Bores!

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

Every Talent Must Unfold Itself In Fighting.

The Text Has Disappeared Under The Interpretation.

Thinking Evil Is Making Evil.

Love, Too, Has To Be Learned.

Whatever Harm The Evil May Do, The Harm Done By The Good Is The Most Harmful Harm.

Philosophical Systems Are Wholly True For Their Founders Only.

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

Even The Most Honest Writer Lets Slip A Word Too Many When He Wants To Round Off A Period.

It Is Nothing But Fanaticism And Beautiful Soulism To Expect Very Much (or Even, Much Only) From Humanity When It Has Forgotten How To Wage War.

No Artist Tolerates Reality.

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

A Small Revenge Is More Human Than No Revenge At All.

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

To Those Human Beings Who Are Of Any Concern To Me, I Wish Suffering, Desolation, Sickness, Ill Treatment, Indignities, Profound Self-contempt, The Torture Of Self-mistrust, And The Wretchedness Of The Vanquished.

All Of Life Is A Dispute Over Taste And Tasting.

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

To Learn To See- To Accustom The Eye To Calmness, To Patience, And To Allow Things To Come Up To It; To Defer Judgment, And To Acquire The Habit Of Approaching And Grasping An Individual Case From All Sides. This Is The First Preparatory Schooling Of Intellectuality. One Must Not Respond Immediately To A Stimulus; One Must Acquire A Command Of The Obstructing And Isolating Instincts.

Narrow Souls I Cannot Abide; There's Almost No Good Or Evil Inside

The Code Of Manu Differs From The Bible. By Means Of It The Nobles, The Philosophers, And The Warriors Keep The Whip Hand Over The Majority. It Is Full Of Noble Valuations; It Shows A Feeling Of Perfection, An Acceptance Of Life, And Triumphant Feeling Toward Self And Life.

It Is A Terrible Thought, To Contemplate That An Immense Number Of Mediocre Thinkers Are Occupied With Really Influential Matters.

Sit As Little As Possible. Give No Credence To Any Thought That Was Not Born Outdoors While Moving About Freely.

Man Does Not Strive For Happiness; Only The Englishman Does That.

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!

I Believe Only In French Culture And Consider Everything In Europe That Calls Itself 'culture' A Misunderstanding, Not To Speak Of German Culture.

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).

Having A Talent Is Not Enough: One Must Also Have Your Permission To Have It--right, My Friends?

Do Not Be Deceived! The Busiest People Harbor The Greatest Weariness, Their Restlessness Is Weakness--they No Longer Have The Capacity For Waiting And Idleness.

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

What We Do In Dreams We Also Do When We Are Awake: We Invent And Fabricate The Person With Whom We Associate - And Immediately Forget We Have Done So.

God Is Dead, But Considering The State The Species Man Is In, There Will Perhaps Be Caves, For Ages Yet, In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown.

Full Is The Earth Of The Superfluous; Marred Is Life By The Many-too-many. May They Be Decoyed Out Of This Life By The "life Eternal"!

What Was A Lie In The Father Becomes A Conviction In The Son.

Invisible Threads Are The Strongest Ties.

Your God Is Dead And Only The Ignorant Weep. And If You Claim There Is A Hell, Then We Shall Meet There!

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!

In Everything One Thing Is Impossible: Rationality.

I Am Opposed To Socialism Because It Dreams Ingenuously Of Good, Truth, Beauty, And Equal Rights.

One Does Well To Put On Gloves When Reading The New Testament. The Proximity Of So Much Uncleanliness Almost Forces One To Do This.

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

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The Christian Resolution To Find The World Ugly And Bad Has Made The World Ugly And Bad.

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.

The Universe Without Music Would Be Madness.

He Who Possesseth Little Is So Much The Less Possessed. Blessed Be Moderate Poverty!

A Heart Full Of Courage And Cheerfulness Needs A Little Danger From Time To Time, Or The World Gets Unbearable.

Noble And Wise Men Once Believed In The Music Of The Spheres: Noble And Wise Men Still Continue To Believe In The "moral Significance Of Existence." But One Day Even This Sphere-music Will No Longer Be Audible To Them! They Will Wake Up And Take Note That Their Ears Were Dreaming.

Stupidity In A Woman Is Unfeminine.

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

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

A Soul Which Knows That It Is Loved, But Does Not Itself Love, Betrays Its Sediment: Its Dregs Come Up.

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

Truth Is Only An Illusion We Have Forgotten Is An Illusion.

What We Do Is Never Understood, But Always Merely Praised Or Blamed.

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?

The Flame Is Not As Bright To Itself As It Is To Those It Illuminates: So Too The Sage.

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

We No Longer Love Our Knowledge Enough Once We Have Passed It On.

Beyond Good And Evil, Aphorism 153

It Is Very Noble Hypocrisy Not To Talk Of One's Self.

The Press, The Machine, The Railway, The Telegraph Are Premises Whose Thousand-year Conclusion No One Has Yet Dared To Draw.

Pity Is The Most Pleasant Feeling In Those Who Have Not Much Pride And Have No Prospect Of Great Conquests; For Them The Easy Prey - And That Is What All Who Suffer Are - Is Enchanting.

When A Scholar Of The Old Culture Vows No Longer To Have Anything To Do With Men Who Believe In Progress, He Is Right. For The Old Culture Has Its Greatness And Goodness Behind It, And An Historical Education Forces One To Admit That It Can Never Again Be Fresh.

He Who Fights With Monsters Might Take Care Lest He Thereby Become A Monster. Is Not Life A Hundred Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?

A Man Should Not Play The Coward To His Deeds. He Should Not Repudiate Them Once He Has Performed Them. Pangs Of Conscience Are Indecent.

Extreme Positions Are Not Succeeded By Moderate Ones But By Extreme Positions Of The Opposite Kind.

We Are More Pained When One Of Our Friends Is Guilty Of Something Shameful Than When We Do It Ourselves.

Knowledge Kills Action; Action Requires The Veils Of Illusion.

If A Man Wishes To Become A Hero, Then The Serpent Must First Become A Dragon: Otherwise He Lacks His Proper Enemy.

He Who Cannot Command Himself Should Obey. And Many Can Command Themselves, But Much Is Still Lacking Before They Can Obey Themselves.

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