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One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.

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One Receives As Reward

Friedrich Nietzsche

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One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.

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Madness Is The Result Not Of Uncertainty But Certainty.

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Tolerance Is A Proof Of Distrust In One's Own Ideals.

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History Is Nothing More Than The Belief In The Senses, The Belief In Falsehood.

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Those Who Cannot Understand How To Put Their Thoughts On Ice Should Not Enter Into The Heat Of Debate.

Reality Is Captured In The Categorical Nets Of Language Only At The Expense Of Fatal Distortion.

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There Are No Eternal Facts, As There Are No Absolute Truths.

Yet Tell Me, My Brothers: If A Goal For Humanity Is Still Lacking, Is There Not Still Lacking--humanity Itself?

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The Most Unendurable Thing, To Be Sure, The Really Terrible Thing, Would Be A Life Without Habits, A Life Which Continually Required Improvisation.

The Danger Of Our Culture.- We Belong To A Period Of Which The Culture Is In Danger Of Being Destroyed By The Appliances Of Culture.

Hold A True Friend With Both Your Hands.

We Count The Courtesies Accorded Us By Unpopular People As Offenses.

A Little Health Now And Again Is The Ailing Person's Best Remedy.

Christianity Is Platonism For The People.

Those People Have No Real Interest In A Science Who Only Begin To Get Excited About It When They Themselves Have Made Discoveries In It.

I Wish To Be At Any Time Hereafter Only A Yea-sayer!

When Asses Are Needed.- You Will Never Get The Crowd To Cry Hosanna Until You Ride Into Town On An Ass.

I Want To Learn More And More To See As Beautiful What Is Necessary In Things; Then I Shall Be One Of Those Who Make Things Beautiful. Amor Fati: Let That Be My Love Henceforth! I Do Not Want To Wage War Against What Is Ugly. I Do Not Want To Accuse; I Do Not Even Want To Accuse Those Who Accuse. Looking Away Shall Be My Only Negation. And All In All And On The Whole: Some Day I Wish To Be Only A Yes-sayer.

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

It Is Certain That The Jew, If He Desired-or If They Were Driven To It, As The Antisemites Seem To Wish-could Now Have The Ascendancy, Nay, Literally The Supremacy, Over Europe; That They Are Not Working Or Planning For That End Is Equally Sure... The Resourcefulness Of The Modern Jews, Both In Mind And Soul, Is Extraordinary.

Time, Space, And Causality Are Only Metaphors Of Knowledge, With Which We Explain Things To Ourselves.

One Must Know How To Conserve Oneself- The Best Test Of Independence.

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.

You Who Hate The Jews So, Why Did You Adopt Their Religion?

To Think Historically Is Almost The Same Thing Now As If In All Ages History Had Been Made According To Theory.

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.---

A Pair Of Powerful Spectacles Has Sometimes Sufficed To Cure A Person In Love.

God Is Dead; But Given The Way Of Men, There May Still Be Caves For Thousands Of Years In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown. And We - We Still Have To Vanquish His Shadow, Too.

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What The Sense Feeleth, What The Spirit Discerneth, Hath Never Its End In Itself. But Sense And Spirit Would Fain Persuade Thee That They Are The End Of All Things: So Vain Are They.

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The Individual Has Always To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe.

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