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How Much Reverence Has A Noble Man For His Enemies!--and Such Reverence Is A Bridge To Love.--for He Desires His Enemy For Himself, As His Mark Of Distinction; He Can Endure No Other Enemy Than One In Whom There Is Nothing To Despise And Very Much To Honor! In Contrast To This, Picture "the Enemy" As The Man Of Ressentiment Conceives Him--and Here Precisely Is His Deed, His Creation: He Has Conceived "the Evil Enemy," "the Evil One," And This In Fact Is His Basic Concept, From Which He Then Evolves, As An Afterthought And Pendant, A "good One"--himself!

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How Much Reverence Has

Friedrich Nietzsche

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How Much Reverence Has A Noble Man For His Enemies!--and Such Reverence Is A Bridge To Love.--for He Desires His Enemy For Himself, As His Mark Of Distinction; He Can Endure No Other Enemy Than One In Whom There Is Nothing To Despise And Very Much To Honor! In Contrast To This, Picture "the Enemy" As The Man Of Ressentiment Conceives Him--and Here Precisely Is His Deed, His Creation: He Has Conceived "the Evil Enemy," "the Evil One," And This In Fact Is His Basic Concept, From Which He Then Evolves, As An Afterthought And Pendant, A "good One"--himself!

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I And Me Are Always Too Deeply In Conversation.

There Are People Who Want To Make Men's Lives More Difficult For No Other Reason Than The Chance It Provides Them Afterwards To Offer Their Prescription For Alleviating Life; Their Christianity, For Instance.

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