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Just About This Time, When In Imagination I Was So Great A Warrior, I Had Good Use In Real Life For More Strength, As I Was No Longer Taken To School By The Nurse, But Instead Had Myself To Protect My Brother, Two Years My Junior.

-Georg Brandes

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Just About This Time,

Georg Brandes

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Just About This Time, When In Imagination I Was So Great A Warrior, I Had Good Use In Real Life For More Strength, As I Was No Longer Taken To School By The Nurse, But Instead Had Myself To Protect My Brother, Two Years My Junior.

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The Historian Is Looked Upon As Objective When He Measures The Past By The Popular Opinions Of His Own Time, As Subjective When He Does Not Take These Opinions For Models. That Man Is Thought Best Fitted To Depict A Period Of The Past, Who Is Not In The Least Affected By That Period. But Only He Who Has A Share In Building Up The Future Can Grasp What The Past Has Been, And Only When Transformed Into A Work Of Art Can History Arouse Or Even Sustain Instincts.

The Crowd Will Follow A Leader Who Marches Twenty Paces Ahead Of Them, But If He Is A Thousand Paces Ahead Of Them, They Will Neither See Nor Follow Him.

My Father, Though, Could Run Very Much Faster. It Was Impossible To Compete With Him On The Grass. But It Was Astonishing How Slow Old People Were. Some Of Them Could Not Run Up A Hill And Called It Trying To Climb Stairs.

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It Is Useless To Send Armies Against Ideas.

I Encountered Among My Comrades The Most Varied Human Traits, From Frankness To Reserve, From Goodness, Uprightness And Kindness, To Brutality And Baseness.

I Was A Town Child, It Is True, But That Did Not Prevent Me Enjoying Open-air Life, With Plants And Animals.

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School Is A Foretaste Of Life.

Greatness Has Nothing To Do With Results Or With Success.

The Loathing Of Mankind Is A Force That Surprises And Overwhelms One, Fed By Hundreds Of Springs Concealed His Subconsciousness. One Only Detects Its Presence After Having Long Entertained It Unawares.

But I Did Not Find Any Positive Inspiration In My Studies Until I Approached My Nineteenth Year.

The Great Man Is Not The Child Of His Age But Its Step-child.

That A Literature In Our Time Is Living Is Shown In That Way That It Debates Problems.

A Love For Humanity Came Over Me, And Watered And Fertilised The Fields Of My Inner World Which Had Been Lying Fallow, And This Love Of Humanity Vented Itself In A Vast Compassion.

What [nietzsche] Calls Slave Morality Is To Him Purely Spite-morality; And This Spite-morality Gave New Names To All Ideals. Thus Impotence, Which Offers No Reprisal, Became Goodness; Craven Baseness Became Humility; Submission To Him Who Was Feared Became Obedience; Inability To Assert One's Self Became Reluctance To Assert One's Self, Became Forgiveness, Love Of One's Enemies. Misery Became A Distinction

Those [christians] Had Left To Love On Earth Were Then: Brothers And Sisters In Hatred, Whom They Called Then: Brothers And Sisters In Love.

Six Hours A Day I Lived Under School Discipline In Active Intercourse With People None Of Whom Were Known To Those At Home, And The Other Hours Of The Twenty-four I Spent At Home, Or With Relatives Of The People At Home, None Of Whom Were Known To Anybody At School.

The Society Of The Culture-philistines Makes Life A Burden To Exceptional Men.

Forgetfulness, The Unhistorical, Is ... The Atmosphere, In Which Alone Life Can Come Into Being. In Order To Understand It, Let Us Imagine A Youth Who Is Seized With A Passion For A Woman, Or A Man Who Is Swayed By A Passion For His Work. In Both Cases What Lies Behind Them Has Ceased To Exist And Yet This State (the Most Unhistorical That Can Be Imagined) Is That In Which Every Action, Every Great Deed Is Conceived And Accomplished.

The Appalling Thing About War Is That It Kills All Love Of Truth.

But What Of The Voice And Judgment Of Conscience? The Difficulty Is That We Have A Conscience Behind Our Conscience, An Intellectual One Behind The Moral. ... We Can See Quite Well That Our Opinions Of What Is Noble And Good, Our Moral Valuations, Are Powerful Levers Where Action Is Concerned; But We Must Begin By Refining These Opinions And Independently Creating For Ourselves New Tables Of Values.

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I Was At Home Then In The World Of Figures, But Not In That Of Values.

Being Gifted Needs Courage.

I Admired In Others The Strength That I Lacked Myself.

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Among The Delights Of Summer Were Picnics To The Woods.

On The Whole, The World Was Friendly. It Chiefly Depended On Whether One Were Good Or Not.

Instead Of Trying To Educate The Human Race, They Should Imitate The Pedagogues Of The Seventeenth And Eighteenth Centuries, Who Concentrated Their Efforts On The Education Of A Single Person.

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I Was Not Afraid Of What I Did Not Like. To Overcome Dislike Of A Thing Often Satisfied One's Feeling Of Honour.

What Has Here Happened Is That The Instinct Of Cruelty, Which Has Turned Inwards, Has Become Self-torture, And All Man's Animal Instincts Have Been Reinterpreted As Guilt Towards God. Every Nay Man Utters To His Nature, To His Real Being, He Flings Out As A Yea, An Affirmation Of Reality Applied To God's Sanctity

Nietzsche Inveighs Against Every Sort Of Historical Optimism; But He Energetically Repudiates The Ordinary Pessimism, Which Is The Result Of Degenerate Or Enfeebled Instincts Of Decadence. He Preaches With Youthful Enthusiasm The Triumph Of A Tragic Culture, Introduced By An Intrepid Rising Generation, In Which The Spirit Of Ancient Greece Might Be Born Again. He Rejects The Pessimism Of Schopenhauer, For He Already Abhors All Renunciation; But He Seeks A Pessimism Of Healthiness, One Derived From Strength, From Exuberant Power, And He Believes He Has Found It In The Greeks.

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It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.

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