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Many Other Such Substitutes For War Will Be Discovered, But Perhaps Precisely Thereby It Will Become More And More Obvious That Such A Highly Cultivated And Therefore Necessarily Enfeebled Humanity As That Of Modern Europe Not Only Needs Wars, But The Greatest And Most Terrible Wars, Consequently Occasional Relapses Into Barbarism, Lest, By The Means Of Culture, It Should Lose Its Culture And Its Very Existence.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Many Other Such Substitutes

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Many Other Such Substitutes For War Will Be Discovered, But Perhaps Precisely Thereby It Will Become More And More Obvious That Such A Highly Cultivated And Therefore Necessarily Enfeebled Humanity As That Of Modern Europe Not Only Needs Wars, But The Greatest And Most Terrible Wars, Consequently Occasional Relapses Into Barbarism, Lest, By The Means Of Culture, It Should Lose Its Culture And Its Very Existence.

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Young People Love What Is Interesting And Odd, No Matter How True Or False It Is. More Mature Minds Love What Is Interesting And Odd About Truth. Fully Mature Intellects, Finally, Love Truth, Even When It Appears Plain And Simple, Boring To The Ordinary Person; For They Have Noticed That Truth Tends To Reveal Its Highest Wisdom In The Guise Of Simplicity.

Let Man Fear Woman When She Loves: Then She Makes Any Sacrifice, And Everything Else Seems Without Value To Her

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.

Kindliness, Friendliness, The Courtesy Of The Heart, Are Ever-flowing Streams Of Non Egoistic Impulses, And Have Given Far More Powerful Assistance To Culture Than Even Those Much More Famous Demonstrations Which Are Called Pity, Mercy, And Self-sacrifice.

In The Mountains Of Truth, You Never Climb In Vain.

A Thinker Sees His Own Actions As Experiments And Questions--as Attempts To Find Out Something. Success And Failure Are For Him Answers Above All.

We Do Not Hate As Long As We Still Attach A Lesser Value, But Only When We Attach An Equal Or A Greater Value.

One Lives For The Day, One Lives Very Fast, One Lives Very Irresponsibly: Precisely This Is Called "freedom."

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[heraclitus Had] Pride Not In Logical Knowledge But Rather In Intuitive Grasping Of The Truth.

The World Itself Is The Will To Power - And Nothing Else! And You Yourself Are The Will To Power - And Nothing Else!

He Who Cannot Obey Himself Will Be Commanded. That Is The Nature Of Living Creatures.

Sometimes People Don't Want To Hear The Truth Because They Don't Want Their Illusions Destroyed.

The Vain.- We Are Like Shop Windows In Which We Are Continually Arranging, Concealing Or Illuminating The Supposed Qualities Other Ascribe To Us - In Order To Deceive Ourselves.

It Is Good To Express A Thing Twice Right At The Outset And So To Give It A Right Foot And Also A Left One. Truth Can Surely Stand On One Leg, But With Two It Will Be Able To Walk And Get Around.

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 Pure Soul Is A Pure Lie.

Good Writers Have Two Things In Common: They Prefer To Be Understood Rather Than Admired; And They Do Not Write For Knowing And Over-acute Readers.

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.

To Have And To Want More That Is Life.

On All The Walls, Wherever Walls Exist, I Will Inscribe This Eternal Indictment Of Christianity--i Have Letters To Make Even Blindmen See.... I Call Christianity The Single Great Curse, The Single Great Innermost Depravity, The Single Great Instinct Of Revenge, For Which No Means Is Poisonous, Secretive, Subterranean, Small Enough--i Call It Mankind's Single Immortal Blemish.... And We Reckon Time From The Dies Nefastus With Which This Calamity Arose--following Christianity's First Day!--why Not Following Its Last Day, Instead?--following Today?--transvaluation Of All Values!

It Is Perhaps Just Dawning On Five Or Six Minds That Physics, Too, Is Only An Interpretation And Exegesis Of The World (to Suit Us, If I May Say So!) And Not A World-explanation.

Creating-that Is The Great Salvation From Suffering, And Life's Alleviation. But For The Creator To Appear, Suffering Itself Is Needed, And Much Transformation.

Every Man In Creating The Beautiful Appearance Of The Dream Worlds Is A Perfect Artist.

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We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

The Wheel And The Brake Have Different Duties, But Also One In Common: To Hurt One Another.

Madness Is The Result Not Of Uncertainty But Certainty.

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Society Tames The Wolf Into A Dog. And Man Is The Most Domesticated Animal Of All.

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.

Happiness Is A Fata Morgana. The Only Way To Not End Up Unhappy Is To Not Long For Happiness.

What Is The Task Of Higher Education? To Make A Man Into A Machine. What Are The Means Employed? He Is Taught How To Suffer Being Bored.

Whoever Regards Human Beings As A Herd And Flees Them As Swiftly As He Can Will No Doubt Be Overtaken By Them And Impaled On Theirhorns.

What? A Great Man? I Only Ever See The Ape Of His Own Ideal.

Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of All Tragedies?

Everyone Thinks That The Principal Thing To The Tree Is The Fruit, But In Point Of Fact The Principal Thing To It Is The Seed.

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