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I Will Make An Attempt To Attain Freedom, The Youthful Soul Says To Itself; And Is It To Be Hindered In This By The Fact That Two Nations Happen To Hate And Fight One Another, Or That Two Continents Are Separated By An Ocean, Or That All Around It A Religion Is Taught With Did Not Yet Exist A Couple Of Thousand Years Ago. All That Is Not You, It Says To Itself.

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I Will Make An Attempt To Attain Freedom, The Youthful Soul Says To Itself; And Is It To Be Hindered In This By The Fact That Two Nations Happen To Hate And Fight One Another, Or That Two Continents Are Separated By An Ocean, Or That All Around It A Religion Is Taught With Did Not Yet Exist A Couple Of Thousand Years Ago. All That Is Not You, It Says To Itself.

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

Madness Is Not A Consequence Of Uncertainty But Of Certainty.

To Become Wise You Have To Want To Experience Certain Experiences, And So To Run Into Their Open Jaws. This Is Very Dangerous, Tobe Sure; Many A "wise Man" Has Been Eaten Up In Doing So.

I Am Not Bigoted Enough For A System-and Not Even For My System.

There Are Men Who Desire Power Simply For The Sake Of The Happiness It Will Bring; These Belong Chiefly To Political Parties.

Danger Alone Acquaints Us With Our Own Resources, Our Virtues, Our Armor And Weapons, Our Spirit, And Forces Us To Be Strong.

Alas! There Cometh The Time When Man Will No Longer Give Birth To Any Star. Alas! There Cometh The Time Of The Most Despicable Man, Who Can No Longer Despise Himself.

What Separates Two People Most Profoundly Is A Different Sense And Degree Of Cleanliness.

Most People Are Far Too Much Occupied With Themselves To Be Malicious.

All Truth Is Simple... Is That Not Doubly A Lie?

"body Am I, And Soul" - So Saith The Child. And Why Should One Not Speak Like Children?

Carlyle, A Man Of Strong Words And Attitudes, A Rhetorician Out Of Necessity, Constantly Aroused By The Craving For A Strong Faithas Well As By The Feeling Of An Incapacity For It (min This Respect A Typical Romantic!).... Fundamentally, Carlyle Is An English Atheist Who Makes It A Point Of Honor Not To Be One.

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.

Was That Life? Well Then, Once More!

The 'kingdom Of God' Is Not Something One Waits For; It Has No Yesterday Or Tomorrow, It Does Not Come 'in A Thousand Years' It Is An Experience Within A Heart; It Is Everywhere, It Is Nowhere.

For Out Of Fear And Need Each Religion Is Born, Creeping Into Existence On The Byways Or Reason.

One Should Not Wrongly Reify 'cause' And 'effect,' As The Natural Scientists Do (and Whoever, Like Them, Now 'naturalizes' In His Thinking), According To The Prevailing Mechanical Doltishness Which Makes The Cause Press And Push Until It 'effects' Its End; One Should Use 'cause' And 'effect' Only As Pure Concepts, That Is To Say, As Conventional Fictions For The Purpose Of Designation And Communication-not For Explanation.

What If God Were Not Exactly Truth, And If This Could Be Proved? And If He Were Instead The Vanity, The Desire For Power, The Ambitions, The Fear, And The Enraptured And Terrified Folly Of Mankind?

Words Of Wisdom

You Shall Become The Person You Are.

Distance Running

Our Vanity Is Hardest To Wound Precisely When Our Pride Has Just Been Wounded.

What Is It That You Love In Others?--my Hopes.

Never Trust A Thought That Didn't Come By Walking.

Man Is No Longer An Artist, He Has Become A Work Of Art.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake... I Would Only Believe In A God Who Knew How To Dance.

This Is The Crux Of The Moral Pessimists: If They Really Wanted To Promote Their Neighbor's Redemption, Then They Would Have To Resolve Themselves To Spoiling Existence For Him, And Thus To Being His Misfortune; Out Of Pity, They Would Have To--become Evil!

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

Before The Effect One Believes In Different Causes Than One Does After The Effect.

Immature Is The Love Of The Youth, And Immature His Hatred Of Man And Earth. His Mind And The Wings Of His Spirit Are Still Tied Down And Heavy.

You Must Be Born For Your Physician, Otherwise You Are Bound To Perish Because Of Your Physician.

Many Deeds Are Done So As To Forget Another Deed: There Are Also Opiate Activities. I Exist So That Another Will Be Forgotten.

On The Heights It Is Warmer Than Those In The Valley Imagine.

Only The Most Acute And Active Animals Are Capable Of Boredom.

One Must Not Let Oneself Be Misled: They Say 'judge Not!' But They Send To Hell Everything That Stands In Their Way.

All Beings So Far Have Created Something Beyond Themselves; And Do You Want To Be The Ebb Of This Great Flood And Even Go Back To The Beasts Rather Than Overcome Man? What Is The Ape To Man? A Laughingstock Or A Painful Embarrassment. And Man Shall Be Just That For The Overman: A Laughingstock Or A Painful Embarrassment.

It May Be That Until Now There Has Been No More Potent Means For Beautifying Man Himself Than Piety: It Can Turn Man Into So Much Art, Surface, Play Of Colors, Graciousness That His Sight No Longer Makes One Suffer.---

War Has Always Been The Grand Sagacity Of Every Spirit Which Has Grown Too Inward And Too Profound; Its Curative Power Lies Even In The Wounds One Receives.

Love, Too, Has To Be Learned.

This Sign I Give You: Every People Speaks Its Tongue Of Good And Evil, Which The Neighbor Does Not Understand. It Has Invented Its Own Language Of Customs And Rights.

What Else Is Love But Understanding And Rejoicing In The Fact That Another Person Lives Acts And Experiences Otherwise Than We Do?

The So Called Unconscious Inferences Can Be Traced Back To The All-preserving Memory, Which Presents Us With Parallel Experiences And Hence Already Knows The Consequences Of An Action. It Is Not Anticipation Of The Effects; Rather, It Is The Feeling: Identical Causes, Identical Effects . . .

Respectability Offends My Taste.

All Modern Philosophizing Is Political, Policed By Governments, Churches, Academics, Custom, Fashion, And Human Cowardice, All Off Which Limit It To A Fake Learnedness.

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

Idleness Is The Parent Of Psychology.

What Then Is Truth? A Movable Host Of Metaphors, Metonymies, And Anthropomorphisms: In Short, A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Poetically And Rhetorically Intensified, Transferred, And Embellished, And Which, After Long Usage, Seem To A People To Be Fixed, Canonical, And Binding. Truths Are Illusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions — They Are Metaphors That Have Become Worn Out And Have Been Drained Of Sensuous Force.

Faith Means The Will To Avoid Knowing What Is True.

The Stronger Becomes Master Of The Weaker, In So Far As The Latter Cannot Assert Its Degree Of Independence Here There Is No Mercy, No Forbearance, Even Less A Respect For "laws.

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.

We Talk About Taking "pleasure In A Thing": But In Truth It Is Pleasure In Ourselves, Mediated By A Thing.

The Best Weapon Against An Enemy Is Another Enemy.

Here The Ways Of Men Divide. If You Wish To Strive For Peace Of Soul And Happiness, Then Believe; If You Wish To Be A Disciple Of Truth, Then Inquire.

Buddha Says: "do Not Flatter Your Benefactor!". Let One Repeat This Saying In A Christian Church : It Immediately Purifies The Air Of Everything Christian.

When I Seek Another Word For 'music', I Never Find Any Other Word Than 'venice'

Men Subsequently Put Whatever Is Newly Learned Or Experienced To Use As A Plowshare, Perhaps Even As A Weapon: But Women Immediately Include It Among Their Ornaments.

A Man As He Ought To Be: That Sounds To Us As Insipid As "a Tree As It Ought To Be.

Doing Ill To Those On Whom We Have To Make Our Power Felt; For Pain Is A Far More Sensitive Means For That Purpose Than Pleasure: Pain Always Asks Concerning The Cause, While Pleasure Is Inclined To Keep Within Itself And Not Look Backward.

When On A Sunday Morning We Hear The Old Bells Ring Out, We Ask Ourselves, "is It Possible! This Is Done On Account Of A Jew Crucified Two Thousand Years Ago Who Said He Was The Son Of God. The Proof Of Such An Assertion Is Wanting".

The Bad Gains Respect Through Imitation, The Good Loses It Especially In Art.

Well-meaning, Helpful, Good-natured Attitudes Of Mind Have Not Come To Be Honored On Account Of Their Usefulness, But Because They Are States Of Richer Souls That Are Capable Of Bestowing And Have Their Value In The Feeling Of The Plenitude Of Life.

The First Opinion That Occurs To Us When We Are Suddenly Asked About Something Is Usually Not Our Own But Only The Current One Pertaining To Our Class, Position, Or Parentage; Our Own Opinions Seldom Swim On The Surface.

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.

The Desire For A Strong Faith Is Not The Proof Of A Strong Faith, Rather The Opposite. If One Has It One May Permit Oneself The Beautiful Luxury Of Skepticism: One Is Secure Enough, Fixed Enough For It.

Heroism--that Is The Disposition Of A Man Who Aspires To A Goal Compared To Which He Himself Is Wholly Insignificant. Heroism Is The Good Will To Self-destruction.

My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

Again And Again I Am Brought Up Against It, And Again And Again I Resist It: I Don't Want To Believe It, Even Though It Is Almost Palpable: The Vast Majority Lack An Intellectual Conscience; Indeed, It Often Seems To Me That To Demand Such A Thing Is To Be In The Most Populous Cities As Solitary As In The Desert.

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

Physiologists Should Think Before Putting Down The Instinct Of Self-preservation As The Cardinal Instinct Of An Organic Being. A Living Thing Seeks Above All To Discharge Its Strength--life Itself Is Will To Power; Self-preservation Is Only One Of The Indirect And Most Frequent Results.

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.

He Who Does Not Desire Much More From Things Than Knowledge Of Them Easily Makes Peace With His Soul.

There Is One Thing One Has To Have Either A Soul That Is Cheerful By Nature, Or A Soul Made Cheerful By Work, Love, Art, And Knowledge.

Everything Matters. Nothing's Important.

The Earth Has A Skin And That Skin Has Diseases; One Of Its Diseases Is Called Man.

Ultimately, No One Can Extract From Things, Books Included, More Than He Already Knows.

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.

The Bite Of Conscience Is Indecent.

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.

I Welcome All The Signs Indicating That A More Manly And Warlike Age Is Commencing, Which Will, Above All, Bring Heroism Again Into Honour!

Love Is A State In Which A Man Sees Things Most Decidedly As They Are Not.

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!

A Book Should Long For Pen, Ink, And Writing-table: But Usually It Is Pen, Ink, And Writing-table That Long For A Book. That Is Why Books Are So Negligible Nowadays.

It's Not The Intensity Of The Man, But The Duration Of His Intensity That Makes The Man Great.

I Hate You Most Because You Attract, But Are Not Strong Enough To Pull Me To You.

The Discipline Of Suffering, Of Great Suffering- Do You Not Know That Only This Discipline Has Created All Enhancements Of Man So Far? That Tension Of The Soul In Unhappiness Which Cultivates Its Strength, Its Shudders Face To Face With Great Ruin, Its Inventiveness And Courage In Enduring, Preserving, Interpreting, And Exploiting Suffering, And Whatever Has Been Granted To It Of Profundity, Secret, Mask, Spirit, Cunning, Greatness- Was It Not Granted To It Through Suffering, Through The Discipline Of Great Suffering?

When Anyone Apologizes To Us He Has To Do It Very Expertly: Otherwise We Might Easily Come To See Ourselves As The Guilty Party And Experience Unpleasant Feelings.

I Love Him Who Is Ashamed When The Dice Fall In His Favour, And Who Then Asketh: "am I A Dishonest Player?" - For He Is Willing To Succumb.

The Weak And Misbegotten Shall Perish: First Principle Of Our Brotherly Love. And They Shall Be Given Every Assistance.

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.

For It Is Only As An Aesthetic Phenomenon That Existence And The World Are Eternally Justified.

Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be Hated; But Not Foes To Be Despised: Ye Must Be Proud Of Your Foes.

I Teach You The Overman. Man Is Something That Shall Be Overcome. What Have You Done To Overcome Him? ... The Time Has Come For Man To Set Himself A Goal. The Time Has Come To Plant The Seed To His Highest Hope.

Art Is Not Merely An Imitation Of The Reality Of Nature, But In Truth A Metaphysical Supplement To The Reality Of Nature, Placed Alongside Thereof For Its Conquest.

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.

And Once You Are Awake, You Shall Remain Awake Eternally.

Whoever Possesses Abundant Joy Must Be A Good Man: But He Is Probably Not The Cleverest Man, Although He Achieves Exactly What It Is That The Cleverest Man Strives With All His Cleverness To Achieve.

The Higher We Soar The Smaller We Appear To Those Who Cannot Fly.

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

Can An Ass Be Tragic?--to Perish Under A Burden That One Can Neither Bear Nor Cast Off? The Case Of The Philosopher.

Tolerance Is A Proof Of Distrust In One's Own Ideals.

One Should Part From Life As Odysseus Parted From Nausicaa-blessing It Rather Than In Love With It.

But Eternal Liveliness Is What Counts: What Does "eternal Life" Matter, Or Life At All?

In Russia There Is An Emigration Of Intelligence: émigrés Cross The Frontier In Order To Read And To Write Good Books. But In Doing So They Contribute To Making Their Fatherland, Abandoned By Spirit, Into The Gaping Jaws Of Asia That Would Like To Swallow Our Little Europe.

Assuming That He Believes At All, The Everyday Christian Is A Pitiful Figure, A Man Who Really Cannot Count Up To Three, And Who Besides, Precisely Because Of His Mental Incompetence, Would Not Deserve Such A Punishment As Christianity Promises Him.

So Live Your Life Of Obedience And Of War! What Matter About Long Life! What Warrior Wisheth To Be Spared!

Necessity Is An Interpretation, Not A Fact.

A Little Poison Now And Then: That Makes For Pleasant Dreams. And A Lot Of Poison At The End, For A Pleasant Death.

An Attack On The Roots Of Passion Means An Attack On The Roots Of Life.

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

Industriousness And Conscientiousness Are Often At Odds, Because Industriousness Wants To Pick The Still Sour Fruit From The Tree,while Conscientiousness Lets It Hang There Too Long, Until It Falls And Bruises.

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

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.

The Best Belongs To Me And Mine; And If We Are Not Given It, We Take It: The Best Food, The Purest Sky, The Most Robust Thoughts, The Fairest Women!

This Is The Manner Of Noble Souls: They Do Not Want To Have Anything For Nothing; Least Of All, Life. Whoever Is Of The Mob Wants To Live For Nothing; We Others, However, To Whom Life Gave Itself, We Always Think About What We Might Best Give In Return... One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where One Does Not Give Joy.

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

When A Woman Has Scholarly Inclinations There Is Usually Something Wrong With Her Sexuality.

Some Men Are Born Posthumously.

The Man Who Sees Little Always Sees Less Than There Is To See; The Man Who Hears Badly Always Hears Something More Than There Is To Hear.

Rash Actions Are Seldom Committed In Isolation. With The First Rash Action We Always Do Too Much. So We Usually Go On To Commit Asecond One--and Then We Do Too Little.

One Must Still Have Chaos In Oneself To Be Able To Give Birth To A Dancing Star.

But Say, My Brothers, What Can The Child Do That Even The Lion Could Not Do? Why Must The Preying Lion Still Become A Child? The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Sacred 'yes.' For The Game Of Creation, My Brothers, A Sacred 'yes' Is Needed: The Spirit Now Wills His Own Will, And He Who Had Been Lost To The World Now Conquers His Own World.

We Can Destroy Only As Creators

The Most Instructive Experiences Are Those Of Everyday Life.

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.

The Most Serious Parody I Have Ever Heard Was This: In The Beginning Was Nonsense, And The Nonsense Was With God, And The Nonsense Was God.

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

Reckoned Physiologically, Everything Ugly Weakens And Afflicts Man. It Recalls Decay, Danger, Impotence; He Actually Suffers A Loss Of Energy In Its Presence. The Effect Of The Ugly Can Be Measured With A Dynamometer. Whenever Man Feels In Any Way Depressed, He Senses The Proximity Of Something Ugly. His Feeling Of Power, His Will To Power, His Courage, His Pride - They Decline With The Ugly, They Increase With The Beautiful.

Acknowledge Your Will And Speak To Us All, "this Alone Is What I Will To Be!" Hang Your Own Penal Code Up Above You: We Want To Be Its Enforcers!

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.

All Mankind Is Divided, As It Was At All Times And Is Still, Into Slaves And Freemen.

Speaking Is A Beautiful Folly; With That Man Dances Over All Things.

The Strongest Knowledge (that Of The Total Freedom Of The Human Will) Is Nonetheless The Poorest In Successes: For It Always Has The Strongest Opponent, Human Vanity.

God Created Woman. And Boredom Did Indeed Cease From That Moment-but Many Other Things Ceased As Well!

Early In The Morning, At Break Of Day, In All The Freshness And Dawn Of One's Strength, To Read A Book -i Call That Vicious!

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

Righteousness Exalteth A Nation.

Thus I Spoke, More And More Softly; For I Was Afraid Of My Own Thoughts And The Thoughts Behind My Thoughts.

Illusions Are Certainly Expensive Amusements; But The Destruction Of Illusions Is Still More Expensive, If Looked Upon As An Amusement, As It Undoubtedly Is By Some People.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

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.

I Am Almost Equal To A Shadow.

Ultimately, It Is The Desire, Not The Desired, That We Love.

To Forget One's Purpose Is The Commonest Form Of Stupidity.

Every Word Instantly Becomes A Concept Precisely Insofar As It Is Not Supposed To Serve As A Reminder Of The Unique And Entirely Individual Original Experience To Which It Owes Its Origin; But Rather, A Word Becomes A Concept Insofar As It Simultaneously Has To Fit Countless More Or Less Similar Cases -- Which Means, Purely And Simply, Cases Which Are Never Equal And Thus Altogether Unequal.

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!

Every Man Who Has Declared That Some Other Man Is An Ass Or A Scoundrel, Gets Angry When The Other Man Conclusively Shows That The Assertion Was Erroneous.

He Who Laughs Best Today, Will Also Laughs Last.

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 Word Is A Prejudice.

To Learn From Our Enemies Is The Best Pathway To Loving Them: For It Makes Us Grateful To Them.

To Do Great Things Is Difficult; But To Command Great Things Is More Difficult.

The Greatest Progress That The Human Race Has Made Lies In Learning How To Make Correct Inferences.

The Consequence Is That Every Man Comes To Know Himself Solely In Terms Of His Power For Defence And Attack.

But Anyone Who Has Really Made Sacrifices Knows That He Wanted And Got Something In Return Perhaps Something For Something Of Himself - That He Gave Up In Order To Have More Here Or At Least To Feel That He Has "more".

He That Writeth In Blood And Proverbs Doth Not Want To Be Read, But Learnt By Heart.

I See Many Soldiers; Could I But See Many Warriors! "uniform" One Calleth What They Wear; May It Not Be Uniform What They Therewith Hide!

We Set No Special Value On The Possession Of A Virtue Until We Percieve That It Is Entirely Lacking In Our Adversary.

Christianity Is Religion For The Executioner.

So Far No One Had Had Enough Courage And Intelligence To Reveal Me To My Dear Germans. My Problems Are New, My Psychological Horizon Frighteningly Comprehensive, My Language Bold And Clear; There May Well Be No Books Written In German Which Are Richer In Ideas And More Independent Than Mine.

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.

We Evaluate The Services That Anyone Renders To Us According To The Value He Puts On Them, Not According To The Value They Have For Us.

At Every Step One Has To Wrestle For Truth; One Has To Surrender For It Almost Everything To Which The Heart, To Which Our Love, Our Trust In Life, Cling Otherwise. That Requires Greatness Of Soul: The Service Of Truth Is The Hardest Service. What Does It Mean, After All, To Have Integrity In Matters Of The Spirit? That One Is Severe Against One's Heart...that One Makes Of Every Yes And No A Matter Of Conscience.

Indeed, What Forces Us At All To Suppose That There Is An Essential Opposition Of 'true' And 'false'? Is It Not Sufficient To Assume Degrees Of Apparentness And, As It Were, Lighter And Darker Shadows And Shades Of Appearance- Different 'values', To Use The Language Of Painters?

Either One Does Not Dream, Or One Does So Interestingly. One Should Learn To Spend One's Waking Life In The Same Way: Not At All, Or Interestingly.

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die. As Well The Minds Which Are Prevented From Changing Their Opinions; They Cease To Be Mind.

All That The World Most Needs Today, Is Combined In The Most Seductive Manner In His Art, — The Three Great Stimulants Of Exhausted People: Brutality, Artificiality And Innocence (idiocy).

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

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

Systems Of Morals Are Only A Sign-language Of The Emotions.

A Pair Of Powerful Spectacles Has Sometimes Sufficed To Cure A Person In Love.

The Growth Of Wisdom May Be Gauged Exactly By The Diminution Of Ill-temper.

There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.

The Thirst For Equality Can Express Itself Either As A Desire To Draw Everyone Down To One's Level, Or To Raise Oneself And Everyone Else Up.

He Who Seeks Intelligence Lacks Intelligence.

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

One Man Runs To His Neighbor Because He Is Looking For Himself, And Another Because He Wants To Loose Himself. Your Bad Love Of Yourselves Makes Solitude A Prison For You.

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

Madness Is The Result Not Of Uncertainty But Certainty.

We Must Take Precautions Against Being Prematurely Honed Sharp--since At The Same Time We Are Being Prematurely Honed Thin.

The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.

The Surest Aid In Combating The Male's Disease Of Self-contempt Is To Be Loved By A Clever Woman.

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

If You Stare Into The Abyss Long Enough The Abyss Stares Back At You.

Among Austere Men Intimacy Involves Shame--and Is Something Precious.

Not With Wrath Do We Kill, But With Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

A Nation Is A Detour Of Nature To Arrive At Five Or Six Great Men- Yes, And Then To Get Around Them.

Discontent Is The Seed Of Ethics.

What Is Not Intelligible To Me Is Not Necessarily Unintelligent

Digressions, Objections, Delight In Mockery, Carefree Mistrust Are Signs Of Health.

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

Women Are Considered Deep - Why? Because One Can Never Discover Any Bottom To Them. Women Are Not Even Shallow.

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

Pity Is The Most Agreeable Feeling Among Those Who Have Little Pride And No Prospects Of Great Conquests.

Stupid As A Man, Say The Women: Cowardly As A Woman, Say The Men. Stupidity In A Woman Is Unwomanly.

Not Joy Is The Mother Of Dissipation, But Joylessness.

The Love Of Indulgence Is Rooted In The Depths Of A Man's Heart. His Soul Would Prefer To Share The Excessive And Unrestrained; But His Soul Cannot Love.

There Are No Facts, Only Interpretations.

Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

For Let Us Not Underestimate The Christian: The Christian, False To The Point Of Innocence, Is Far Above The Ape-regarding Christians, A Well Known Theory Of Descent Becomes A Mere Compliment.

Dreadful Experiences Raise The Question Whether He Who Experiences Them, Is Not Something Dreadful Also.

Beyond Good And Evil

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

Lift Up Your Hearts, My Brothers, High, Higher! And Don't Forget About Your Legs Either! Lift Up Your Legs As Well, You Good Dancers, And Better Yet--stand Also On Your Heads!

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