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Mathematics Would Certainly Have Not Come Into Existence If One Had Known From The Beginning That There Was In Nature No Exactly Straight Line, No Actual Circle, No Absolute Magnitude.

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Mathematics Would Certainly Have Not Come Into Existence If One Had Known From The Beginning That There Was In Nature No Exactly Straight Line, No Actual Circle, No Absolute Magnitude.

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For Let Us Not Underestimate The Christian: The Christian, False To The Point Of Innocence, Is Far Above The Ape-regarding Christians, A Well Known Theory Of Descent Becomes A Mere Compliment.

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There Are No Beautiful Surfaces Without A Terrible Depth.

You Say That I Should Be Your Teacher! See To It That I Am Your Pinion And Not Your Brake.

Heraclitus Was An Opponent Of All Democratic Parties.

Prejudice Of The Learned. - The Learned Judge Correctly That People Of All Ages Have Believed They Know What Is Good And Evil, Praise- And Blameworthy. But It Is A Prejudice Of The Learned That We Now Know Better Than Any Other Age.

Love, Too, Has To Be Learned.

The Surest Aid In Combating The Male's Disease Of Self-contempt Is To Be Loved By A Clever Woman.

The Doer Alone Learneth.

Mothers Easily Become Jealous Of Their Sons' Friends When They Are Particularly Successful. As A Rule A Mother Loves Herself In Her Son More Than She Does The Son Himself.

Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

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All Of Life Is A Dispute Over Taste And Tasting.

Compassion For The Friend Should Conceal Itself Under A Hard Shell.

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We Fear Our Neighbor's Hostile Mood Because We Are Afraid That This Mood Will Lead Him To Penetrate Our Secrets.

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Beauty Is For The Artist Something Outside All Orders Of Rank, Because In Beauty Opposites Are Tamed; The Highest Sign Of Power, Namely Power Over Opposites; Moreover, Without Tension: - That Violence Is No Longer Needed: That Everything Follows, Obeys, So Easily And So Pleasantly - That Is What Delights The Artist's Will To Power.

Nothing Is Beautiful, Only Man: On This Piece Of Naivete Rests All Aesthetics, It Is The First Truth Of Aesthetics. Let Us Immediately Add Its Second: Nothing Is Ugly But Degenerate Man - The Domain Of Aesthetic Judgment Is Therewith Defined.

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Whoever Has Provoked Men To Rage Against Him Has Always Gained A Party In His Favor, Too.

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A Declaration Of War On The Masses By Higher Men Is Needed! ... Everything That Makes Soft And Effeminate, That Serves The End Of The People Or The Feminine, Works In Favor Of Universal Suffrage, I.e. The Domination Of The Inferior Men. But We Should Take Reprisal And Bring This Whole Affair To Light And The Bar Of Judgment.

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

Love Of One Is A Piece Of Barbarism: For It Is Practised At The Expense Of All Others. Love Of God Likewise.

Whoever Fights Monsters Should See To It That In The Process He Does Not Become A Monster. And If You Gaze Long Enough Into An Abyss, The Abyss Will Gaze Back Into You.

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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

Jesus Died Too Soon. If He Had Lived To My Age He Would Have Repudiated His Doctrine.

Christianity Was From The Beginning, Essentially And Fundamentally, Life's Nausea And Disgust With Life, Merely Concealed Behind, Masked By, Dressed Up As, Faith In "another" Or "better" Life.

"god", "the Immortality Of The Soul", "salvation", "the Beyond"-even As A Child I Had No Time For Such Notions, I Do Not Waste Any Time Upon Them-maybe I Was Never Childish Enough For That?

He Divines Remedies Against Injuries; He Knows How To Turn Serious Accidents To His Own Advantage; Whatever Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger

Pity Is The Most Agreeable Feeling Among Those Who Have Little Pride And No Prospects Of Great Conquests.

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

Can An Ass Be Tragic?--to Perish Under A Burden That One Can Neither Bear Nor Cast Off? The Case Of The Philosopher.

But By My Love And Hope I Beseech You: Do Not Throw Away The Hero In Your Soul! Hold Holy Your Highest Hope!

One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.

People Who Live In An Age Of Corruption Are Witty And Slanderous; They Know That There Are Other Kinds Of Murder Than By Dagger Or Assault; They Also Know That Whatever Is Well Said Is Believed.

Parasitism Is The Only Practice Of The Church; With Its Ideal Of Anaemia, Its Holiness, Draining All Blood, All Love, All Hope For Life; The Beyond As The Will To Negate Every Reality; The Cross As The Mark Of Recognition For The Most Subterranean Conspiracy That Ever Existed-against Health, Beauty, Whatever Has Turned Out Well, Courage, Spirit, Graciousness Of The Soul, Against Life Itself.

The Greeks, With Their Truly Healthy Culture, Have Once And For All Justified Philosophy Simply By Having Engaged In It, And Having Engaged In It More Fully Than Any Other People.

Liberalism Is The Transformation Of Mankind Into Cattle.

Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask: Even More, Around Every Profound Spirit A Mask Is Continually Growing.

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?'

The Small Force That It Takes To Launch A Boat Into The Stream Should Not Be Confused With The Force Of The Stream That Carries It Along: But This Confusion Appears In Nearly All Biographies.

We Have No Dreams At All Or Interesting Ones. We Should Learn To Be Awake The Same Way- Not At All Or In An Interesting Manner

He Who Possesses Greatness Is Cruel Towards His Secondary Virtues And Considerations.

There Is No Better Soporific And Sedative Than Skepticism.

Questioning Beliefs

You Say A Good Cause Justifies Any War; But I Say A Good War Justifies Any Cause.

Animals Know Nothing Of Themselves, And They Also Know Nothing Of The World.

What Makes One Heroic? - Going Out To Meet At The Same Time One's Highest Suffering And One's Highest Hope.

“evil Men Have No Songs.” How Is It, Then, That The Russians Have Songs?

The Gilded Sheath Of Pity Sometimes Covers The Dagger Of Envy.

Plato Was A Bore.

In Loneliness, The Lonely One Eats Himself; In A Crowd, The Many Eat Him. Now Choose.

We Want To Be Poets Of Our Life First Of All In The Smallest Most Everyday Matters.

How Good Music And Bad Reasons Sound When One Marches Against An Enemy.

What Then In The Last Resort Are The Truths Of Mankind? They Are The Irrefutable Errors Of Mankind.

Women Are Quite Able To Make Friends With A Man; But To Preserve Such A Friendship - That No Doubt Requires The Assistance Of A Slight Physical Antipathy

Every Virtue Has Its Privilege: For Example, That Of Contributing Its Own Little Bundle Of Wood To The Funeral Pyre Of One Condemned.

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.

Every Habit Makes Our Hand More Witty And Our Wit Less Handy.

Knowing Things Halfway Is A Greater Success Than Knowing Things Completely: It Takes Things To Be Simpler Than They Really Are Andso Makes Its Opinions More Easily Understandable And Persuasive.

We Are, Indeed, Not Among The Least Contented. You, However, If Your Belief Makes You Blessed Then Appear To Be Blessed! Your Faces Have Always Been More Injurious To Your Belief Than Our Objections Have! If These Glad Tidings Of Your Bible Were Written On Your Faces, You Would Not Need To Insist So Obstinately On The Authority Of That Book ... As Things Are, However, All Your Apologies For Christianity Have Their Roots In Your Lack Of Christianity; With Your Defense Plea You Inscribe Your Own Bill Of Indictment.

On The Rare Occasions When Our Dreams Succeed And Achieve Perfection - Most Dreams Are Bungled - The Are Symbolic Chains Of Scene And Images In Place Of A Narrative Poetic Language; They Circumscribe Our Experiences Or Expectations Or Situations With Such Poetic Boldness And Decisiveness That In The Morning We Are Always Amazed When We Remember Our Dreams.

Our Drives Are Reducible To The Will To Power. The Will To Power Is The Ultimate Fact At Which We Arrive.

The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

Contentment Preserves One From Catching Cold. Has A Woman Who Knew That She Was Well Dressed Ever Caught A Cold? No, Not Even When She Had Scarcely A Rag On Her Back.

One Should Only Question Gods Where None But Gods Can Reply.

The Living Is A Species Of The Dead; And Not A Very Attractive One.

The Suffering Of Genius And Its Value. The Artistic Genius Desires To Give Pleasure, But If His Mind Is On A Very High Plane He Does Not Easily Find Anyone To Share His Pleasure; He Offers Entertainment But Nobody Accepts It. That Gives Him, In Certain Circumstances, A Comically Touching Pathos; For He Has No Right To Force Pleasure On Men. He Pipes, But None Will Dance: Can That Be Tragic?

We Cannot Even Reproduce Our Thoughts Entirely In Words.

Without Cruelty There Is No Festival: Thus The Longest And Most Ancient Part Of Human History Teaches And In Punishment There Is So Much That Is Festive!

He Who Has Attained Intellectual Emancipation To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth And Not Even As A Traveller Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing.

Have You Heard Of That Madman Who Lit A Lantern In The Bright Morning Hours, Ran To The Market Place, And Cried Incessantly, I Seek God! I Seek God! As Many Of Those Who Do Not Believe In God Were Standing Around Just Then, He Provoked Much Laughter... Whither Is God, He Cried. I Shall Tell You. We Have Killed Him - You And I. All Of Us Are Murderers.... God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him.

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