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If One Considers How Much Reason Every Person Has For Anxiety And Timid Self-concealment, And How Three-quarters Of His Energy And Goodwill Can Be Paralyzed And Made Unfruitful By It, One Has To Be Very Grateful To Fashion

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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If One Considers How

Friedrich Nietzsche

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If One Considers How Much Reason Every Person Has For Anxiety And Timid Self-concealment, And How Three-quarters Of His Energy And Goodwill Can Be Paralyzed And Made Unfruitful By It, One Has To Be Very Grateful To Fashion

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When Horror Is Associated With What Is Harmful, Evil Results, When Disgust Does, Badness.

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Books And Drafts Mean Something Quite Different For Different Thinkers. One Collects In A Book The Lights He Was Able To Steal And Carry Home Swiftly Out Of The Rays Of Some Insight That Suddenly Dawned On Him, While Another Thinker Offers Us Nothing But Shadows - Images In Black And Grey Of What Had Built Up In His Soul The Day Before.

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One Can Only Be Silent And Sit Peacefully When One Hath Arrow And Bow; Otherwise One Prateth And Quarrelleth. Let Your Peace Be A Victory!

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

This Crown To Crown The Laughing Man, This Rose-wreath Crown: I Myself Have Set This Crown Upon My Head, I Myself Have Pronounced My Laughter Holy.

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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.

Our Destiny Exercises Its Influence Over Us Even When, As Yet, We Have Not Learned Its Nature: It Is Our Future That Lays Down The Law Of Our Today

Every Church Is A Stone On The Grave Of A God-man: It Does Not Want Him To Rise Up Again Under Any Circumstances.

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!

Not To Be Cowardly When It Comes To Our Own Actions! Not To Leave Them In The Lurch!--the Sting Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

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

The Degree And Kind Of A Man's Sexuality Reach Up Into The Ultimate Pinnacle Of His Spirit.

Hope In Reality Is The Worst Of All Evils Because It Prolongs The Torments Of Man.

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Every Power Draws Its Ultimate Consequences At Every Moment.

You Have Your Way. I Have My Way. As For The Right Way, The Correct Way, And The Only Way, It Does Not Exist.

You I Advise Not To Work, But To Fight. You I Advise Not To Peace, But To Victory. Let Your Work Be A Fight, Let Your Peace Be A Victory!

But The Worst Enemy You Can Meet Will Always Be Yourself; You Lie In Wait For Yourself In Caverns And Forests. Lonely One, You Are Going The Way To Yourself! And Your Way Goes Past Yourself, And Past Your Seven Devils! You Will Be A Heretic To Yourself And Witch And Soothsayer And Fool And Doubter And Unholy One And Villain. You Must Be Ready To Burn Yourself In Your Own Flame: How Could You Become New, If You Had Not First Become Ashes?

The Will To Overcome An Emotion, Is Ultimately Only The Will Of Another, Or Of Several Other, Emotions.

Beyond Good And Evil

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