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Have You Heard Of That Madman Who Lit A Lantern In The Bright Morning Hours, Ran To The Market Place, And Cried Incessantly, I Seek God! I Seek God! As Many Of Those Who Do Not Believe In God Were Standing Around Just Then, He Provoked Much Laughter... Whither Is God, He Cried. I Shall Tell You. We Have Killed Him - You And I. All Of Us Are Murderers.... God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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Have You Heard Of That Madman Who Lit A Lantern In The Bright Morning Hours, Ran To The Market Place, And Cried Incessantly, I Seek God! I Seek God! As Many Of Those Who Do Not Believe In God Were Standing Around Just Then, He Provoked Much Laughter... Whither Is God, He Cried. I Shall Tell You. We Have Killed Him - You And I. All Of Us Are Murderers.... God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him.

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Belief In Truth Begins With Doubting All That Has Hitherto Been Believed To Be True.

Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.

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Let Old Ones Go. Dont Be A Memory-monger! Once You Were Young──now You Are Even Younger.

Sometimes We Remain True To A Cause Simply Because Its Opponents Are Unfailingly Tasteless.

Be Careful Who You Choose As Your Enemy Because That's Who You Become Most Like.

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

One Thing A Man Must Have: Either A Naturally Light Disposition Or A Disposition Lightened By Art And Knowledge.

Good Prose Is Written Only Face To Face With Poetry.

Remorse.-- Never Yield To Remorse, But At Once Tell Yourself: Remorse Would Simply Mean Adding To The First Act Of Stupidity A Second.

Heraclitus Was An Opponent Of All Democratic Parties.

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The Believer In Magic And Miracles Reflects On How To Impose A Law On Nature--: And, In Brief, The Religious Cult Is The Outcome Of This Reflection.

Man Is The Cruelest Animal.

What Convinces Is Not Necessarily True-it Is Merely Convincing: A Note For Asses.

Towards Gnats And Fleas We Should Show No Pity. We Would Do Right To Hang Petty Thieves, Petty Calumniators, And Slanderers.

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!

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One Often Contradicts An Opinion When What Is Uncongenial Is Really The Tone In Which It Was Conveyed.

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Man Is Something That Is To Be Surpassed.

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The Discipline Of Suffering, Of Great Suffering - Do You Not Know That It Is This Discipline Alone That Has Produced All The Elevations Of Humanity So Far?

The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Mankind.

Desire For Power

There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.

Happiness Is The Feeling That Power Increases - That Resistance Is Being Overcome.

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The Tragedy Is That We Cannot Believe The Dogmas Of Religion And Metaphysics If We Have The Strict Methods Of Truth In Heart And Head, But On The Other Hand, We Have Become Through The Development Of Humanity So Tenderly Suffering That We Need The Highest Kind Of Means Of Salvation And Consolation: Whence Arises The Danger That Man May Bleed To Death Through The Truth That He Realises.

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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.

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We Are, Indeed, Not Among The Least Contented. You, However, If Your Belief Makes You Blessed Then Appear To Be Blessed! Your Faces Have Always Been More Injurious To Your Belief Than Our Objections Have! If These Glad Tidings Of Your Bible Were Written On Your Faces, You Would Not Need To Insist So Obstinately On The Authority Of That Book ... As Things Are, However, All Your Apologies For Christianity Have Their Roots In Your Lack Of Christianity; With Your Defense Plea You Inscribe Your Own Bill Of Indictment.

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It Is Not The Strengths, But The Durations Of Great Sentiments That Make Great Men.

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

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Everywhere Resoundeth The Voices Of Those Who Preach Death; And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Death Hath To Be Preached.

He Who Climbeth On The Highest Mountains, Laugheth At All Tragic Plays And Tragic Realities.

We Are Always In Our Own Company.

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.

It Is The Most Sensual Men Who Need To Flee Women And Torment Their Bodies.

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.

Their Usual Mistaken Premise Is That They Affirm Some Consensus Among People, At Least Among Tame Peoples, Concerning Certain Moral Principles, And Then Conclude That These Principles Must Be Unconditionally Binding Also For You And Me-or Conversely, They See That Among Different Peoples Moral Valuations Are Necessarily Different And Infer From This That No Morality Is Binding-both Of Which Are Equally Childish.

Moral Absolutism

The Criminal Is Quite Frequently Not Equal To His Deed: He Belittles And Slanders It.

The Masters Have Been Done Away With; The Morality Of The Common Man Has Triumphed.

That Whatever A Man Says, Promises, Or Resolves In Passion He Must Stick To Later On When He Is Cold And Sober--this Demand Is Among The Heaviest Burdens That Weigh On Humankind.

Truth As Circe. - Error Has Transformed Animals Into Men; Is Truth Perhaps Capable Of Changing Man Back Into An Animal?

Once Upon A Time, In Some Out Of The Way Corner Of That Universe Which Is Dispersed Into Numberless Twinkling Solar Systems, There Was A Star Upon Which Clever Beasts Invented Knowing.

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

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

To Be The Equal Of One's Opponent-this Is The First Condition Of An Honourable Duel.

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

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

The Greatest Events-they Are Not Our Loudest But Our Stillest Hours.

The Noble Type Of Man Feels Himself To Be The Determiner Of Values, He Does Not Need To Be Approved Of, He Judges 'what Harms Me Is Harmful In Itself', He Knows Himself To Be That Which In General Accords Honour To Things, He Creates Values.

The Problem Of Culture Is Seldom Grasped Correctly. The Goal Of A Culture Is Not The Greatest Possible Happiness Of A People, Noris It The Unhindered Development Of All Their Talents; Instead, Culture Shows Itself In The Correct Proportion Of These Developments. Its Aim Points Beyond Earthly Happiness: The Production Of Great Works Is The Aim Of Culture.

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

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'.

On The Rare Occasions When Our Dreams Succeed And Achieve Perfection - Most Dreams Are Bungled - The Are Symbolic Chains Of Scene And Images In Place Of A Narrative Poetic Language; They Circumscribe Our Experiences Or Expectations Or Situations With Such Poetic Boldness And Decisiveness That In The Morning We Are Always Amazed When We Remember Our Dreams.

Once Spirit Was God, Then It Became Man, And Now It Is Even Becoming Mob.

The Good-they Cannot Create; They Are Always The Beginning Of The End.

And Like A Wind Shall I One Day Blow Amongst Them And With My Spirit Take Away Their Soul's Breath: Thus My Future Wills It.

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.

Women Are Quite Able To Make Friends With A Man; But To Preserve Such A Friendship - That No Doubt Requires The Assistance Of A Slight Physical Antipathy

In Loneliness, The Lonely One Eats Himself; In A Crowd, The Many Eat Him. Now Choose.

Shackled Heart, Free Spirit.--whoever Binds His Heart Tightly And Imprisons It May Indulge His Spirit In Many Liberties: I Have Already Said That Once. But No One Believes Me Unless He Already Knows.

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

I Have Found Strength Where One Does Not Look For It: In Simple, Mild, And Pleasant People, Without The Least Desire To Rule -- And, Conversely, The Desire To Rule Has Often Appeared To Me A Sign Of Inward Weakness: They Fear Their Own Slave Soul And Shroud It In A Royal Cloak (in The End, They Still Become The Slaves Of Their Followers, Their Fame, Etc.)

He Who Has Attained Intellectual Emancipation To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth And Not Even As A Traveller Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing.

This Is What Is Hardest: To Close The Open Hand Because One Loves.

Inspirational Love

There Is Not Enough Love And Goodness In The World To Permit Giving Any Of It Away To Imaginary Beings.

We Must Learn To Love, Learn To Be Kind, And This From The Earliest Youth; If Education Or Chance Give Us No Opportunity To Practice These Feelings, Our Soul Becomes Dry And Unsuited Even To Understanding The Tender Inventions Of Loving People.

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

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

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.

One Unconsciously Takes It For Granted That Doer And Sufferer Think And Feel Alike, And According To This Supposition We Measure The Guilt Of The One By The Pain Of The Other.

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"!

Unconsciously We Seek The Principles And Opinions Which Are Suited To Our Temperament, So That At Last It Seems As If These Principles And Opinions Had Formed Our Character And Given It Support And Stability.

He Who Recites Dramatic Works Makes Discoveries About His Own Character.

The Familiarity Of Superiors Embitters One, Because It May Not Be Returned.

What Saved Me Then? Nothing But Pregnancy. And Each Time After I Had Given Birth To My Work My Life Hung Suspended By A Thin Thread.

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.

Become Who You Are. Make What Only You Can Make.

When Art Dresses Itself In The Most Worn-out Material It Is Most Easily Recognized As Art.

Your Educators Can Only Be Your Liberators.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

I Have Exposed Myself And Am Not Ashamed To Stand There Naked. "shame" Is What We Call The Monster That Attached Itself To Men When They Aspired Beyond The Animals.

The Sexes Deceive Themselves About One Another: The Reason Being That At Bottom They Honor And Love Only Themselves (or Their Ownideal, To Express It More Agreeably). Thus Man Wants Woman To Be Peaceable--but Woman Is Essentially, Like The Cat, Not Peaceable, However Well She May Have Trained Herself To Assume The Appearance Of Peace.

One Must Know How To Conserve Oneself- The Best Test Of Independence.

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.

Each Word Of Heraclitus Expresses The Pride And The Majesty Of Truth, But Of Truth Grasped In Intuitions Rather Than Attained By The Rope Ladder Of Logic.

From Which Stars Have We Fallen To Meet Each Other Here?

One Who Is Always Deeply Involved In What He Is Doing Is Above All Embarrassment.

Happiness Is A Fata Morgana. The Only Way To Not End Up Unhappy Is To Not Long For Happiness.

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