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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.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Parasitism Is The Only

Friedrich Nietzsche

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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.

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I Awoke You From Your Sleep Because I Saw That You Were Having A Nightmare. And Now You Are Cross And Say To Me: "what Are We Supposed To Do Now? Everything Is Still Night!" You Ingrates! You Should Go To Sleep Again And Dream Better.

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Although You Have So Far Demonstrated Little Faith In My Ability To Pay, I Yet Hope To Demonstrate That I Am Somebody Who Pays His Debts-for Example, To You.

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When Thou Goest To Woman, Take Thy Whip.

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Will, Pure Will, Without The Troubles And Complexities Of Intellect - How Happy! How Free!

...one Can Speak With The Utmost Clearness, And Yet Not Be Heard By Anyone.

The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.

Faith: Not Wanting To Know What Is True.

Every High Degree Of Power Always Involves A Corresponding Degree Of Freedom From Good And Evil.

The Criminal Type Is The Type Of The Strong Human Being Under Unfavorable Circumstances: A Strong Human Being Made Sick.

Behind Your Thoughts And Feelings, My Brother, There Stands A Mighty Ruler. An Unknown Sage - Whose Name Is Self. In Yourt Body He Dwells; He Is Your Body. There Is More Reason In Your Body Than In Your Best Wisdom.

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Everything In The World Displeases Me: But, Above All, My Displeasure In Everything Displeases Me.

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The Value Of Many Men And Books Rests Solely On Their Faculty For Compelling All To Seek Out The Most Hidden And Intimate Things.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

What Is The Seal Of Liberation? Not To Be Ashamed In Front Of Oneself.

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

In The World Of High Finance The Shilling Of The Idle Rich Man Can Buy More Than That Of The Poor, Industrious Man.

How Much Truth Does A Spirit Endure, How Much Truth Does It Dare?

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.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

The Anarchist And The Christian Have A Common Origin.

He Who Climbeth On The Highest Mountains, Laugheth At All Tragic Plays And Tragic Realities.

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.

It Is Nothing But Fanaticism And Beautiful Soulism To Expect Very Much (or Even, Much Only) From Humanity When It Has Forgotten How To Wage War.

I Love Him Who Chasteneth His God, Because He Loveth His God: For He Must Succumb Through The Wrath Of His God.

Books For All The World Are Always Foul-smelling Books: The Smell Of Small People Clings To Them.

What Else Is Love But Understanding And Rejoicing In The Fact That Another Person Lives Acts And Experiences Otherwise Than We Do?

I Conjure You, My Brethren, To Remain Faithful To Earth, And Do Not Believe Those Who Speak Unto You Of Super Terrestrial Hopes! Poisoners They Are, Whether They Know It Or Not.

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

Nobody Thanks A Witty Man For Politeness When He Puts Himself On A Par With A Society In Which It Would Not Be Polite To Show One's Wit.

Speaking Of Georges Bizet: His Music Has The Tang Of Sunny Climates, Their Bracing Air, Their Clearness. It Voices A Sensibility Hitherto Unknown To Us.

Solitude Makes Us Tougher Towards Ourselves And Tenderer Towards Others. In Both Ways It Improves Our Character.

With Deep Men, As With Deep Wells, It Takes A Long Time For Anything That Falls Into Them To Hit Bottom. Onlookers, Who Almost Never Wait Long Enough, Readily Suppose That Such Men Are Callous And Unresponsive--or Even Boring.

Such Men Alone Are My Readers, My Proper Readers, My Preordained Readers. Of What Account Are The Rest? The Rest Are Simply... Humanity. One Must Be Superior To Humanity In Power, In Loftiness Of Soul- In Contempt.

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Love And Hatred Are Not Blind, But Are Blinded By The Fire They Bear Within Themselves.

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die.

Wherever On Earth The Religious Neurosis Has Appeared We Find It Tied To Three Dangerous Dietary Demands: Solitude, Fasting, And Sexual Abstinence.

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

Resistance - That Is The Distinction Of The Slave. Let Your Distinction Be Obedience. Let Your Commanding Itself Be Obeying!

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

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

The Devil Has The Broadest Perspectives For God; Therefore, He Keeps So Far Away From God -- The Devil Being The Most Ancient Friend Of Wisdom

Amor Fati – “love Your Fate”, Which Is In Fact Your Life.

It Is Not In Our Hands To Prevent Our Birth; But We Can Correct This Mistake - For In Some Cases It Is A Mistake.

If We Affirm One Moment, We Thus Affirm Not Only Ourselves But All Existence. For Nothing Is Self-sufficient, Neither In Us Ourselves Nor In Things; And If Our Soul Has Trembled With Happiness And Sounded Like A Harp String Just Once, All Eternity Was Needed To Produce This One Event - And In This Single Moment Of Affirmation All Eternity Was Called Good, Redeemed, Justified, And Affirmed.

I Will Believe In The Redeemer When The Christians Look A Little More Redeemed.

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The Great Poet Draws His Creations Only From Out Of His Own Reality.

The Courage Of All One Really Knows Comes But Late In Life.

Out Of A Brotherly Love We Occasionally Embrace This Or That Somebody (because We Cannot Embrace Everybody): But We Must Never Letour Somebody Know It.

Like The Creatures Of The Forest And The Sea, I Love To Lose Myself For A While.

Thinking Has To Be Learned In The Way Dancing Has To Be Learned.

Sleep Is No Mean Art.

One Pays Dearly For Being Immortal: One Must Die Many Times During His Life.

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

You May Lie With Your Mouth, But With The Mouth You Make As You Do So You None The Less Tell The Truth.

Only Ideas Won By Walking Have Any Value.

Our Shortcomings Are The Eyes With Which We See The Ideal.

There Is Always Some Madness In Love.

Our Destiny Rules Over Us, Even When We Are Not Yet Aware Of It; It Is The Future That Makes Laws For Our Today.

Only Great Pain Is, As The Teacher Of Great Suspicion, The Ultimate Liberator Of The Spirit...i Doubt Whether Such Pain Improves Us-but I Do Know It Deepens Us.

Man, A Hybrid Of Plant And Ghost.

A Good Aphorism Is Too Hard For The Tooth Of Time, And Is Not Worn Away By All The Centuries, Although It Serves As Food For Every Epoch.

What, Then Is Truth?... Truths Are Illusions About Which One Has Forgotten That This Is What They Are.

We Must Be Physicists In Order To Be Creative Since So Far Codes Of Values And Ideals Have Been Constructed In Ignorance Of Physics Or Even In Contradiction To Physics.

Has There Ever Been Anything Filthier On Earth Than The Saints In The Wilderness? Around Them Was Not Only The Devil Loose Around Them- But Also The Swine.

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

For A Tree To Become Tall It Must Grow Tough Roots Among The Rocks.

What Is Not Intelligible To Me Is Not Necessarily Unintelligent

Behind A Remarkable Scholar We Not Infrequently Find An Average Human Being, And Behind An Average Artist We Often Find A Very Remarkable Human Being.

A Change Of Values - That Means, A Change Of The Creators Of Values. He Who Has To Be A Creator Always Has To Destroy.

Only Individuals Have A Sense Of Responsibility.

Sense Of Responsibility

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.

The Problem Of Culture Is Seldom Grasped Correctly. The Goal Of A Culture Is Not The Greatest Possible Happiness Of A People, Noris It The Unhindered Development Of All Their Talents; Instead, Culture Shows Itself In The Correct Proportion Of These Developments. Its Aim Points Beyond Earthly Happiness: The Production Of Great Works Is The Aim Of Culture.

Partial Knowledge Is More Triumphant Than Complete Knowledge; It Takes Things To Be Simpler Than They Are, And So Makes Its Theory More Popular And Convincing.

How Did Reason Come Into The World? As Is Fitting, In An Irrational Manner, By Accident. One Will Have To Guess At It As At A Riddle.

A High Civilization Is A Pyramid: It Can Stand Only On A Broad Base; Its Primary Prerequisite Is A Strong And Soundly Consolidated Mediocrity.

A Subject For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom After The Seventh Day Of Creation.

What Is Done Out Of Love Always Occurs Beyond Good And Evil.

The Beautiful Exists Just As Little As The True. In Every Case It Is A Question Of The Conditions Of Preservation Of A Certain Type Of Man: Thus The Herd-man Will Experience The Value Feeling Of The True In Different Things Than Will The Overman.

Original Minds Are Not Distinguished By Being The First To See A New Thing, But Instead By Seeing The Old, Familiar Thing That Is Over-looked As Something New.

He Who Humbles Himself Wants To Be Exalted.

To Escape Boredom, Man Works Either Beyond What His Usual Needs Require, Or Else He Invents Play, That Is, Work That Is Designed To Quiet No Need Other Than That For Working In General.

Where I Found The Living, There I Found The Will To Power; Even In The Will Of Servants I Found The Will To Be Master.

I Am Not Bigoted Enough For A System-and Not Even For My System.

Man Is The Cruelest Animal. At Tragedies, Bullfights, And Crucifixions He Has So Far Felt Best On Earth; And When He Invented Hell For Himself, Behold, That Was His Very Heaven.

The Best Weapon Against An Enemy Is Another Enemy.

No Man Ever Wrote More Eloquently And Luminously [than Heraclitus].

Mistrust Those In Whom The Urge To Punish Is Strong.

In The Consciousness Of The Truth He Has Perceived, Man Now Sees Everywhere Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence And Loathing Seizes Him.

Be Generous In Nature And Thought; For This Wins Respect And Gives Confidence And Power.

I Love The Valiant; But It Is Not Enough To Wield A Broadsword, One Must Also Know Against Whom.

About Sacrifice And The Offering Of Sacrifices, Sacrificial Animals Think Quite Differently From Those Who Look On: But They Have Never Been Allowed To Have Their Say.

Do You Want To Have An Easy Life? Then Always Stay With The Herd And Lose Yourself In The Herd.

Losing Yourself

In Certain Pious People I Have Found A Hatred Of Reason, And Have Been Favourably Disposed To Them For It: Their Bad Intellectual Conscience Was At Least Exposed By That!

The Errors Of Great Men Are Venerable Because They Are More Fruitful Than The Truths Of Little Men.

[heraclitus Speaks As If] In Entrancement ... But [also] Truthfully.

At A Certain Place In Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, For Example, He Might Feel That He Is Floating Above The Earth In A Starry Dome, With The Dream Of Immortality In His Heart; All The Stars Seem To Glimmer Around Him, And The Earth Seems To Sink Ever Deeper Downwards.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Tied To The Memory Of Something Monstrous - A Crisis Without Equal On Earth.... I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite!

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