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... Hitherto We Have Been Permitted To Seek Beauty Only In The Morally Good - A Fact Which Sufficiently Accounts For Our Having Found So Little Of It And Having Had To Seek About For Imaginary Beauties Without Backbone! - As Surely As The Wicked Enjoy A Hundred Kinds Of Happiness Of Which The Virtuous Have No Inkling, So Too They Possess A Hundred Kinds Of Beauty; And Many Of Them Have Not Yet Been Discovered.

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... Hitherto We Have Been Permitted To Seek Beauty Only In The Morally Good - A Fact Which Sufficiently Accounts For Our Having Found So Little Of It And Having Had To Seek About For Imaginary Beauties Without Backbone! - As Surely As The Wicked Enjoy A Hundred Kinds Of Happiness Of Which The Virtuous Have No Inkling, So Too They Possess A Hundred Kinds Of Beauty; And Many Of Them Have Not Yet Been Discovered.

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A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.

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Many Find Their Heart When They Have Lost Their Head.

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One Is Healthy When One Can Laugh At The Earnestness And Zeal With Which One Has Been Hypnotized By Any Single Detail Of One's Life.

I Know Of No Better Life Purpose Than To Perish In Attempting The Great And The Impossible.

You Shall Not Steal! You Shall Not Kill! Such Words Were Once Called Holy; Before Them People Bowrd Their Knees And Heads, And Removed Their Shoes. But I Ask You: Where Have There Ever Been Better Thieves And Killers In The World Than Such Holy Words Have Been? Is There Not In All Of Life Itself - Robbing And Killing? And When Such Words Were Called Holy, Was Not Truth Itself Thereby - Killed?

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There Is Nothing For Which Men Ask To Be Paid Dearer Than For Humiliation.

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

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'.

One Hears - One Does Not Seek; One Takes - One Does Not Ask Who Gives.

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Look Not Into The Sun! Even The Moon Is Too Bright For Your Nocturnal Eyes!

Many A Peacock Hides His Peacock Tail From All Eyes--and Calls It His Pride.

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There Are Two Things A Real Man Likes - Danger And Play; And He Likes Woman Because She Is The Most Dangerous Of Play Things.

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.

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They Climb The Mountain Like Beasts, Stupid And Sweating; It Seems That No One Bothered To Tell Them That There Are Beautiful Vistas Along The Way.

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Your Soul Will Be Dead Even Before Your Body: Fear Nothing Further.

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What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself In Man.

The Gilded Sheath Of Pity Sometimes Covers The Dagger Of Envy.

When We Think Of All The Things We Want To Do With Our Other Half The Answer Should Be Simple; We Should Want To Do Absolutely Everything With Them. We Should Want To Experience Everything, Feel Everything, See Everything With No One But Them By Our Sides. When We Look Back On Our Lives It's Not The Things We Did Do With Them That We'll Regret, It's The Things We Didn't Do.

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Everything Which Distinguishes Man From The Animals Depends Upon This Ability To Volatilize Perceptual Metaphors In A Schema, And Thus To Dissolve An Image Into A Concept.

The Greeks, With Their Truly Healthy Culture, Have Once And For All Justified Philosophy Simply By Having Engaged In It, And Having Engaged In It More Fully Than Any Other People.

Comparing Man And Woman On The Whole, One May Say: Woman Would Not Possess A Genius For Ornamentation If She Did Not Also Possessan Instinct For The Secondary Role.

A Reader Is Doubly Guilty Of Bad Manners Against An Author When He Praises His Second Book At The Expense Of His First (or Vice Versa) And Then Expects The Author To Be Grateful For What He Has Done.

And If You Are Not A Bird, Then Beware Of Coming To Rest Above An Abyss.

The Newspaper Reader Says: This Party Will Ruin Itself If It Makes Errors Like This. My Higher Politics Says: A Party Which Makes Errors Like This Is Already Finished -- It Is No Longer Secure In Its Instincts.

If A Person Wishes To Achieve Peace Of Mind And Happiness Then They Should Acquire Faith, But If They Want To Be A Disciple Of Truth, Which Can Be "frightening And Ugly,” Then They Need To Search.

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

The Danger Of Our Culture.- We Belong To A Period Of Which The Culture Is In Danger Of Being Destroyed By The Appliances Of Culture.

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.

And We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once. And We Should Call Every Truth False Which Was Not Accompanied By At Least One Laugh.

The Wittiest Authors Evoke A Barely Perceptible Smile.

Those Who Cannot Understand How To Put Their Thoughts On Ice Should Not Enter Into The Heat Of Debate.

I Was In Darkness, But I Took Three Steps And Found Myself In Paradise. The First Step Was A Good Thought, The Second, A Good Word; And The Third, A Good Deed.

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.)

One Who Dresses In Rags That Have Been Washed Clean Dresses Cleanly To Be Sure, But Raggedly Nonetheless.

Your Only Problem, Perhaps, Is That You Scream Without Letting Yourself Cry.

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.

Let That Day Be Lost To Us On Which We Did Not Dance Once!

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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.

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When Our Brain Feels Too Weak To Deal With Our Opponent's Objections, Our Heart Answers By Casting Suspicion On Their Underlying Motives.

We Forget Our Guilt When We Have Confessed It To Another, But The Other Does Not Usually Forget It.

Socrates Condemned Art Because He Preferred Philosophy And Only After Much Internal Struggle Did Plato Accept This Judgment.

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One Is Fruitful Only At The Cost Of Being Rich In Contradictions.

Bad Cooks - And The Utter Lack Of Reason In The Kitchen - Have Delayed Human Development Longest And Impaired It Most.

Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask: Even More, Around Every Profound Spirit A Mask Is Continually Growing.

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.

A Life Without Music Is An Error.

Life Without Music

There Is Nothing Very Odd About Lambs Disliking Birds Of Prey, But This Is No Reason For Holding It Against Large Birds Of Prey That They Carry Off Lambs. And When The Lambs Whisper Among Themselves, "these Birds Of Prey Are Evil, And Does This Not Give Us A Right To Say That Whatever Is The Opposite Of A Bird Of Prey Must Be Good," There Is Nothing Intrinsically Wrong With Such An Argument-though The Birds Of Prey Will Look Somewhat Quizzically And Say, We Have Nothing Against These Good Lambs; In Fact, We Love Them; Nothing Tastes Better Than A Tender Lamb.

Jesus Died Too Soon. If He Had Lived To My Age He Would Have Repudiated His Doctrine.

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

As Long As You Still Experience The Stars As Something "above You", You Lack The Eye Of Knowledge.

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.

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Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.

Be Careful When You Fight The Monsters, Lest You Become One.

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.

Curiosity Creeps Into The Houses Of The Unfortunate And The Needy Under The Name Of Duty Or Of Pity.

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 Most Unequivocal Sign Of Contempt For Man Is To Regard Everybody Merely As A Means To One's Own Ends, Or Of No Account Whatever.

If You Look Long Enough Into The Void, The Void Begins To Look Back Through You.

I Know No Other Way To Associate With Great Tasks Than As Play: As A Sign Of Greatness, This Is An Essential Presupposition.

Today As Always, Men Fall Into Two Groups: Slaves And Free Men. Whoever Does Not Have Two-thirds Of His Day For Himself, Is A Slave, Whatever He May Be: A Statesman, A Businessman, An Official, Or A Scholar.

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Our Greatest Experiences Are Our Quietest Moments.

Why Couldn't The World That Concerns Us- Be A Fiction? And If Somebody Asked, 'but To Be A Fiction There Surely Belongs An Author?'- Couldn't One Answer Simply: 'why? Doesn't This "belongs" Perhaps Belong To The Fiction, Too?'

Where Is The Lightning To Lick You With Its Tongue? Where Is The Madness With Which You Should Be Cleansed? Behold, I Show You The Superman. He Is This Lightning, He Is This Madness.

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.

He Has Drawn Back, Only In Order To Have Enough Room For His Leap

But Tell Me: How Did Gold Get To Be The Highest Value? Because It Is Uncommon And Useless And Gleaming And Gentle In Its Brilliance; It Always Gives Itself. Only As An Image Of The Highest Virtue Did Gold Get To Be The Highest Value. The Giver's Glance Gleams Like Gold. A Golden Brilliance Concludes Peace Between The Moon And The Sun. Uncommon Is The Highest Virtue And Useless, It Is Gleaming And Gentle In Its Brilliance: A Gift-giving Virtue Is The Highest Virtue.

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.

Most Of The Time In Married Life Is Taken Up By Talk.

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

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.

The Child As A Monument To The Passion Of Two People; The Will To Oneness In Two.

Now Know I Well What People Sought Formerly Above All Else When They Sought Teachers Of Virtue. Good Sleep They Sought For Themselves, And Poppy-head Virtues To Promote It! To All Those Be-lauded Sages Of The Academic Chairs, Wisdom Was Sleep Without Dreams: They Knew No Higher Significance Of Life. Even At Present, To Be Sure, There Are Some Like This Preacher Of Virtue, And Not Always So Honorable: But Their Time Is Past. And Not Much Longer Do They Stand: There They Already Lie. Blessed Are Those Drowsy Ones: For They Shall Soon Nod To Sleep.-thus Spoke Zarathustra.

Our Shortcomings Are The Eyes With Which We See The Ideal.

Speaking Of Georges Bizet: His Music Has The Tang Of Sunny Climates, Their Bracing Air, Their Clearness. It Voices A Sensibility Hitherto Unknown To Us.

The Value Of Life Itself Cannot Be Estimated.

It Is Nobler To Declare Oneself Wrong Than To Insist On Being Right --especially When One Is Right.

There Exists Above The "productive" Man A Yet Higher Species.

People Buy Their Necessities In Shops And Have To Pay Dearly For Them Because They Have To Assist In Paying For What Is Also On Sale There But Only Rarely Finds Purchasers: The Luxury And Amusement Goods. So It Is That Luxury Continually Imposes A Tax On The Simple People Who Have To Do Without It.

The Individual Has Always To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe.

Belief In Form, But Disbelief In Content - That's What Makes An Aphorism Charming.

All Preachers Of Morality, As Also All Theologians Have A Bad Habit In Common: All Of Them Try To Persuade Man That He Is Very Ill, And That A Severe, Final, Radical Cure Is Necessary.

You Should Seek Your Enemy, You Should Wage Your War - A War For Your Opinions. And When Your Opinion Is Defeatedy Our Honesty Should Still Cry Triumph Over That!

To Produce Music Is Also In A Sense To Produce Children.

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.

But This Word Will I Say To My Enemies: What Is All Manslaughter In Comparison With What You Have Done To Me!

Behind A Remarkable Scholar We Not Infrequently Find An Average Human Being, And Behind An Average Artist We Often Find A Very Remarkable Human Being.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

Every Talent Must Unfold Itself In Fighting.

Nobody Is So Constituted As To Be Able To Live Everywhere And Anywhere; And He Who Has Great Duties To Perform, Which Lay Claim Toall His Strength, Has, In This Respect, A Very Limited Choice. The Influence Of Climate Upon The Bodily Functionsextends So Far, That A Blunder In The Choice Of Locality And Climate Is Able Not Only To Alienate A Man From His Actual Duty, But Also To Withhold It From Him Altogether, So That He Never Even Comes Face To Face With It.

Moderation Sees Itself As Beautiful; It Is Unaware That In The Eye Of The Immoderate It Appears Black And Sober And Consequently Ugly-looking.

The Germans Are Like Women, You Can Scarcely Ever Fathom Their Depths - They Haven't Any.

In Order To Be Able Thus To Misjudge, And Thus To Grant Left-handed Veneration To Our Classics, People Must Have Ceased To Know Them. This, Generally Speaking, Is Precisely What Has Happened. For, Otherwise, One Ought To Know That There Is Only One Way Of Honoring Them, And That Is To Continue Seeking With The Same Spirit And With The Same Courage, And Not To Weary Of The Search.

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A Man Who Possesses Genius Is Insufferable Unless He Also Possesses At Least Two Other Things: Gratitude And Cleanliness.

The Enormous Expectation Having To Do With Sexual Love And The Shame Involved In This Expectation Degrades All A Woman's Perspectives From The Start.

Blessed Are The Forgetful: For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders.

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When One Has Finished Building One's House, One Suddenly Realizes That In The Process One Has Learned Something That One Really Needed To Know In The Worst Way - Before One Began.

Behind All Their Personal Vanity, Women Themselves Always Have An Impersonal Contempt For Woman.

There Is Not Sufficient Religion In The World Merely To Put An End To The Number Of Religions.

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