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It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.

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"ego," Sayest Thou, And Art Proud Of That Word. But The Greater Thing - In Which Thou Art Unwilling To Believe - Is Thy Body With Its Big Sagacity; It Saith Not "ego," But Doeth It.

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There Will Be But Few People Who, When At A Loss For Topics Of Conversation, Will Not Reveal The More Secret Affairs Of Their Friends.

Does Not The Discipline Of The Scientific Spirit Just Commence When One No Longer Harbours Any Conviction?

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

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Enjoy Life. This Is Not A Dress Rehearsal.

I Am A Prelude To Better Players, O My Brothers! An Example! Follow My Example!

Pathetic Attitudes Are Not In Keeping With Greatness.

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

"belief In The Truth Commences With The Doubting Of All Those "truths" We Once Believed."

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

One Should Adpot Only Those Situations In Which One Is In No Need Of Sham Virtues, But Rather, Like The Tight-rope Dancer On His Tight Rope, In Which One Must Either Fall Or Stand--or Escape.

Love Matches, So Called, Have Illusion For Their Father And Need For Their Mother.

We Often Refuse To Accept An Idea Merely Because The Tone Of Voice In Which It Has Been Expressed Is Unsympathetic To Us.

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.

Women's Modesty Generally Increases With Their Beauty.

He Who Bestows Something Great Receives No Gratitude; For In Accepting It The Recipient Has Already Been Weighed Down Too Much.

One Should Not Go Into Churches If One Wants To Breathe Pure Air.

Verily, A Polluted Stream Is Man. One Must Actually Be A Sea To Take In A Polluted Stream Without Becoming Impure. Behold, I Teach You The Superman: He Is The This Sea, In Him Can Your Great Contempt Go Under.

We Ought To Face Our Destiny With Courage.

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The Complete Irresponsibility Of Man For His Actions And His Nature Is The Bitterest Drop Which He Who Understands Must Swallow.

Words Of Wisdom

That For Which We Find Words Is Something Already Dead In Our Hearts.

The Final Reward Of The Dead - To Die No More

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.

Whoever Does Not Have A Good Father Should Procure One.

I Feel All Those Human Beings To Be Pernicious Who Can No Longer Oppose What They Love: They Thereby Ruin The Best Things And People.

In Every Age The Wisest Have Passed The Identical Judgment On Life: It Is Worthless.

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Madness Is The Result Not Of Uncertainty But Certainty.

The Devotion Of The Greatest Is To Encounter Risk And Danger, And Play Dice For Death.

In Every Party There Is One Person Who, Through His Dotingly Credulous Enunciation Of Party Principles, Incites The Other Members To Defection.

We, However, Want To Become Those We Are--human Beings Who Are New, Unique, Incomparable, Who Give Themselves Laws, Who Create Themselves. To That End We Must Become The Best Learners And Discoverers Of Everything That Is Lawful And Necessary In The World: We Must Become Physicists In Order To Be Able To Be Creators In This Sense--while Hitherto All Valuations And Ideals Have Been Based On Ignorance Of Physics Or Were Constructed So As To Contradict It. Therefore: Long Live Physics! And Even More So That Which Compels Us To Turn To Physics--our Honesty!

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?

In Almost All Sciences The Fundamental Knowledge Is Either Found In Earliest Times Or Is Still Being Sought.

To The Mediocre, Mediocrity Is A Form Of Happiness.

For Such Is Man: A Theological Dogma Might Be Refuted To Him A Thousand Times - Provided However, That He Had Need Of It, He Would Again And Again Accept It As True. Belief Is Always Most Desired, Most Pressingly Needed Where There Is A Lack Of Will. Fanaticism Is The Sole "volitional Strength" To Which The Weak And Irresolute Can Be Excited, As A Sort Of Hypnotising Of The Entire Sensory-intellectual System.

In Every Form Of Womanly Love Something Of Motherly Love Also Comes To Light.

It Is So Little True That Martyrs Offer Any Support To The Truth Of A Cause That I Am Inclined To Deny That Any Martyr Has Ever Had Anything To Do With The Truth At All.

In Order To Be Somebody You Have To Hold Even Your Shadow In High Regard.

Dead Are All Gods: Now We Want The Overman To Live.

In The Beautiful, Man Sets Himself Up As The Standard Of Perfection; In Select Cases He Worships Himself In It. Man Believes That The World Itself Is Filled With Beauty -he Forgets That It Is He Who Has Created It. He Alone Has Bestowed Beauty Upon The World -alas! Only A Very Human, An All Too Human, Beauty.

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 A Woman Seeks Education It Is Probably Because Her Sexual Apparatus Is Malfunctioning.

All Words Are Prejudices.

There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.

Whoever Reaches His Ideal Transcends It Eo Ipso.

Women And Egoistic Artists Entertain A Feeling Towards Science That Is Something Composed Of Envy And Sentimentality.

When A Man Has Just Been Greatly Honored And Has Eaten A Little He Is The Most Generous.

A Dionysian Life Task Needs The Hardness Of The Hammer And One Of Its First Essentials Is Without Doubt The Joy To Be Found Even In Destruction.

As Regards The Celebrated Struggle For Life, It Seems To Me For The Present To Have Been Rather Asserted Than Proved. It Does Occur, But As The Exception; The General Aspect Of Life Is Not Hunger And Distress, But Rather Wealth, Luxury, Even Absurd Prodigality -- Where There Is A Struggle It Is A Struggle For Power.

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.

Talking Much About Oneself Can Also Be A Means To Conceal Oneself.

And Many Such Good Inventions Are There, That They Are Like Woman's Breasts: Useful At The Same Time, And Pleasant.

We Are In The Greatest Danger Of Being Run Over When We Have Just Gotten Out Of The Way Of A Carriage.

Logic, Too, Also Rests On Assumptions That Do Not Correspond To Anything In The Real World, E.g., On The Assumption That There Areequal Things, That The Same Thing Is Identical At Different Points In Time: But This Science Arose As A Result Of The Opposite Belief (that Such Things Actually Exist In The Real World). And It Is The Same With Mathematics, Which Would Certainly Never Have Arisen If It Had Been Understood From The Beginning That There Is No Such Thing In Nature As A Perfectly Straight Line, A True Circle, And Absolute Measure.

In All Institutions From Which The Cold Wind Of Open Criticism Is Excluded, An Innocent Corruption Begins To Grow Like A Mushroom - For Example, In Senates And Learned Societies

Through Searching Out Origins, One Becomes A Crab. The Historian Looks Backwards, And Finally He Also Believes Backwards.

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

In The Stream.- Mighty Waters Draw Much Stone And Rubble Along With Them; Mighty Spirits Many Stupid And Bewildered Heads.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

He Who Bears Injustice Alone Is Terrible To Behold.

The Highest Type Of Free Men Should Be Sought Where The Highest Resistance Is Constantly Overcome: Five Steps From Tyranny, Close To The Threshold Of The Danger Of Servitude.

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.

Error Has Made Animals Into Men; Is Truth In A Position To Make Men Into Animals Again?

I Teach You Beyond Man (superman). Man Is Something That Shall Be Surpassed. What Have You Done To Surpass Him?

Species Do Not Grow More Perfect: The Weaker Dominate The Strong, Again And Again- The Reason Being That They Are The Great Majority, And They Are Also Cleverer. Darwin Forgot The Mind (-that Is English!): The Weak Possess More Mind. ... To Acquire Mind, One Must Need Mind-one Loses It When One No Longer Needs It.

The Greater The Obstacle The More Glory In Overcoming It. - What Does Not Destroy Makes Me Stronger.

The Great Advantage In Noble Parentage Is That Enables One To Endure Poverty More Easily.

It Is Not Things, But Opinions About Things That Have Absolutely No Existence, Which Have So Deranged Mankind!

Truth Will Have No Gods Before It.- The Belief In Truth Begins With The Doubt Of All Truths In Which One Has Previously Believed.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black Ignorance.

We Possess Art Lest We Perish Of The Truth.

It Is No Doubt Possible To Fly--but First You Must Know How To Dance Like An Angel.

Better Know Nothing Than Half-know Many Things.

I Condemn Christianity; I Bring Against The Christian Church The Most Terrible Of All Accusations That An Accuser Has Ever Had In His Mouth. It Is, To Me, The Greatest Of All Imaginable Corruptions; It Seeks To Work The Ultimate Corruption, The Worse Possible Corruption. The Christian Church Has Left Nothing Untouched By Its Depravity; It Has Turned Every Value Into Worthlessness, And Every Truth Into A Lie, And Every Integrity Into Baseness Of Soul.

You Call Yourself Free? I Want To Hear Your Ruling Thought And Not That You Have Escaped A Yoke. Are You Such A One As Was Permitted To Escape A Yoke? There Are Some Who Threw Away Their Ultimate Worth When They Threw Away Their Servitude. Free From What? What Is That To Zarathustra! But Your Eyes Should Announce To Me Brightly: Free For What?

In The End One Only Experiences Oneself.

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?'

Was Mich Nicht Zugrunde Richtet, Macht Mich Starker.

Creation Is The Great Redemption From Suffering And All Life's Growing Light. But The Creator Must Be Suffering If Needed And Accept Much Change.

Without Myth, However, Every Culture Loses Its Healthy Creative Natural Power: It Is Only A Horizon Encompassed With Myth That Rounds Off To Unity A Social Movement.

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.

Women Are Constituted In Such A Way That All Truth (regarding Men, Love, Children, Society, The Purpose Of Life) Disgusts Them, And In Such A Way That They Try To Revenge Themselves On Anyone Who Opens Their Eyes.

Are You One Who Looks On? Or Lends A Hand? - Or Who Looks Away, Sidles Off?...third Question For The Conscience.

There Is Such A Thing As A Hatred Of Lies And Dissimulation, Which Is The Outcome Of A Delicate Sense Of Humor; There Is Also The Selfsame Hatred But As The Result Of Cowardice, In So Far As Falsehood Is Forbidden By Divine Law. Too Cowardly To Lie.

One Can Also Be Undignified And Flattering Toward A Virtue.

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

In The End Things Must Be As They Are And Have Always Been--the Great Things Remain For The Great, The Abysses For The Profound, The Delicacies And Thrills For The Refined, And, To Sum Up Shortly, Everything Rare For The Rare.

Astrology Presupposes That The Heavenly Bodies Are Regulated In Their Movements In Harmony With The Destiny Of Mortals: The Moral Man Presupposes That That Which Concerns Himself Most Nearly Must Also Be The Heart And Soul Of Things.

If You Want Me To Believe In Your Redeemer, You Are Going To Have To Look A Lot More Redeemed.

Hold A True Friend With Both Your Hands.

Some Men Have Sighed Over The Abduction Of Their Wives, But Many More Have Sighed Because No One Wanted To Abduct Theirs.

Man Is Very Well Defended Against Himself... The Actual Fortress Is Inaccessible, Even Invisible To Him, Unless His Friends And Enemies Play The Traitor And Conduct Him In By A Secret Path.

Youth Is An Unpleasant Period; For Then It Is Not Possible Or Not Prudent To Be Productive In Any Sense Whatsoever.

Every Man Is A Creative Cause Of What Happens, A Primum Mobile With An Original Movement.

You Say It Is The Good Cause That Hallows Even War? I Say Unto You: It Is The Good War That Hallows Any Cause.

Who Is Better, They Who Promote Truth Over Happiness, Or Happiness Over Truth?

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!

We Are More Pained When One Of Our Friends Is Guilty Of Something Shameful Than When We Do It Ourselves.

Along The Journey We Commonly Forget Its Goal. Almost Every Vocation Is Chosen And Entered Upon As A Means To A Purpose But Is Ultimately Continued As A Final Purpose In Itself. Forgetting Our Objectives Is The Most Frequent Stupidity In Which We Indulge Ourselves.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

To Our Strongest Impulse, To The Tyrant In Us, Not Only Our Reason But Also Our Conscience Yields.

One Must Need To Be Strong, Otherwise One Will Never Become Strong.

There Will Always Be Rocks In The Road Ahead Of Us. They Will Be Stumbling Blocks Or Stepping Stones; It All Depends On How You Use Them.

Words Of Wisdom

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself. What Is Bad? All That Is Born Of Weakness. What Is Happiness? The Feeling That Power Is Growing, That Resistance Is Overcome.

Should Not The Giver Be Thankful That The Receiver Received? Is Not Giving A Need? Is Not Receiving, Mercy?

The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.

Gradually It Has Become Clear To Me What Every Great Philosophy So Far Has Been: Namely, The Personal Confession Of Its Author And A Kind Of Involuntary And Unconscious Memoir.

What Is The Ape To Man? A Laughing-stock Or A Painful Embarrassment. And Just That Shall Man Be For The Superman: A Laughing-stock Or A Painful Embarrassment.

As A Human Being Plato Mingles Regal, Exclusive, And Self-contained Features With Melancholy Compassion.

Children From Humble Families Must Be Taught How To Command Just As Other Children Must Be Taught How To Obey.

I Do Not Know What The Spirit Of A Philosopher Could More Wish To Be Than A Good Dancer. For The Dance Is His Ideal, Also His Fine Art, Finally Also The Only Kind Of Piety He Knows, His 'divine Service.'

The Object Of Convalescence Ought To Be To Turn Our Attention To Life: At Other Times, Simply To Our Tasks!

But Are There Many Honest People Who Will Admit That It Is Pleasing To Give Pain?

All Idealism Is Falsehood In The Face Of Necessity.

We Have To Be Careful That In Throwing Out The Devil, We Don't Throw Out The Best Part Of Ourselves.

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.

The Church Is Precisely That Against Which Jesus Preached -- And Against Which He Taught His Disciples To Fight.

It Is Inhuman To Bless Where One Is Cursed.

Wherever Progress Is To Ensue, Deviating Natures Are Of Greatest Importance.

From The Sun Did I Learn This, When It Goeth Down, The Exuberant One: Gold Doth It Then Pour Into The Sea, Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, -so That The Poorest Fisherman Roweth Even With Golden Oars! For This Did I Once See, And Did Not Tire Of Weeping In Beholding It. - Like The Sun Will Also Zarathustra Go Down: Now Sitteth He Here And Waiteth, Old Broken Tables Around Him, And Also New Tables Half-written.

Concerning Great Things One Should Either Be Silent Or Speak Loftily.

By Means Of Music The Very Passions, Enjoy Themselves.

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

I Want To Speak To The Despisers Of The Body. I Would Not Have Them Learn And Teach Differently, But Merely Say Farewell To Their Own Bodies-- And Thus Become Silent.

The Disgust With Dirt Can Be So Great That It Keeps Us From Cleaning Ourselves--from "justifying" Ourselves.

The Radical Hostility, The Deadly Hostility Against Sensuality, Is Always A Symptom To Reflect On: It Entitles Us To Suppositions Concerning The Total State Of One Who Is Excessive In This Manner.

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