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If We Affirm One Moment, We Thus Affirm Not Only Ourselves But All Existence. For Nothing Is Self-sufficient, Neither In Us Ourselves Nor In Things; And If Our Soul Has Trembled With Happiness And Sounded Like A Harp String Just Once, All Eternity Was Needed To Produce This One Event - And In This Single Moment Of Affirmation All Eternity Was Called Good, Redeemed, Justified, And Affirmed.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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If We Affirm One

Friedrich Nietzsche

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If We Affirm One Moment, We Thus Affirm Not Only Ourselves But All Existence. For Nothing Is Self-sufficient, Neither In Us Ourselves Nor In Things; And If Our Soul Has Trembled With Happiness And Sounded Like A Harp String Just Once, All Eternity Was Needed To Produce This One Event - And In This Single Moment Of Affirmation All Eternity Was Called Good, Redeemed, Justified, And Affirmed.

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The Arrogance That Accompanies Merit Offends Us Even More Than The Arrogance Of People Who Are Lacking In Merit: Since Merit Itself Offends Us.

I Love Him Who Loveth His Virtue: For Virtue Is The Will To Down-going, And An Arrow Of Longing.

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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.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Freely Chosen, Death At The Right Time, Brightly And Cheerfully Accomplished Amid Children And Witnesses: Then A Real Farewell Is Still Possible, As The One Who Is Taking Leave Is Still There; Also A Real Estimate Of What One Has Wished, Drawing The Sum Of One's Life--all In Opposition To The Wretched And Revolting Comedy That Christianity Has Made Of The Hour Of Death.

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

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Did You Ever Say Yes To A Pleasure? Oh My Friends, Then You Also Said Yes To All Pain. All Things Are Linked, Entwined, In Love With One Another.

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

Men Have Hitherto Treated Women Like Birds Which Have Strayed Down To Them From The Heights; As Something More Delicate, More Fragile, More Savage, Stranger, Sweeter, Soulful--but As Something Which Has To Be Caged Up So That It Shall Not Fly Away.

Man Wishes Woman To Be Peaceable, But In Fact She Is Essentially Warlike, Like The Cat.

Let Us Not Underestimate The Privileges Of The Mediocre. As One Climbs Higher, Life Becomes Ever Harder, The Coldness Increases, Responsibility Increases.

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