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Preparatory Human Beings. - I Welcome All Signs That A More Virile, Warlike Age Is About To Begin, Which Will Restore Honour To Courage Above All! For This Age Shall Prepare The Way For One Yet Higher, And It Shall Gather The Strength That This Higher Age Will Require Some Day - The Age That Will Carry Heroism Into The Search For Knowledge And That Will Wage Wars For The Sake Of Ideas And Their Consequences.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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Preparatory Human Beings. - I Welcome All Signs That A More Virile, Warlike Age Is About To Begin, Which Will Restore Honour To Courage Above All! For This Age Shall Prepare The Way For One Yet Higher, And It Shall Gather The Strength That This Higher Age Will Require Some Day - The Age That Will Carry Heroism Into The Search For Knowledge And That Will Wage Wars For The Sake Of Ideas And Their Consequences.

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Men Who Think Deeply Appear To Be Comedians In Their Dealings With Others Because They Always Have To Feign Superficiality In Order To Be Understood.

To Go On Vegetating In Cowardly Dependence On Physicians And Machinations, After The Meaning Of Life, The Right To Life, Has Been Lost, That Ought To Prompt A Profound Contempt In Society.

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Again And Again I Am Brought Up Against It, And Again And Again I Resist It: I Don't Want To Believe It, Even Though It Is Almost Palpable: The Vast Majority Lack An Intellectual Conscience; Indeed, It Often Seems To Me That To Demand Such A Thing Is To Be In The Most Populous Cities As Solitary As In The Desert.

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What Was A Lie In The Father Becomes A Conviction In The Son.

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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 From Henceforth!

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If Virtue Goes To Sleep, It Will Be More Vigorous When It Awakes.

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Thus Strength Is Afforded By Good And Thorough Customs, Thus Is Learnt The Subjection Of The Individual, And Strenuousness Of Character Becomes A Birth Gift And Afterwards Is Fostered As A Habit.

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Unexplained, Obscure Matters Are Regarded As More Important Than Explained, Clear Ones.

Exhaustion Is The Shortest Way To Equality And Fraternity.

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Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

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From The Sun Did I Learn This, When It Goeth Down, The Exuberant One: Gold Doth It Then Pour Into The Sea, Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, -so That The Poorest Fisherman Roweth Even With Golden Oars! For This Did I Once See, And Did Not Tire Of Weeping In Beholding It. - Like The Sun Will Also Zarathustra Go Down: Now Sitteth He Here And Waiteth, Old Broken Tables Around Him, And Also New Tables Half-written.

In The Last Analysis, Even The Best Man Is Evil: In The Last Analysis, Even The Best Woman Is Bad.

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Too Long, The Earth Has Been A Madhouse!

But Let Me Open Up My Heart To You Completely, My Friends: If There Were Gods, How Could I Bear Not Being A God! Hence, There Areno Gods. I Drew This Conclusion, To Be Sure--but Now It Draws Me.

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That Which Needs To Be Proved Cannot Be Worth Much.

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The Man Who Sees Little Always Sees Less Than There Is To See; The Man Who Hears Badly Always Hears Something More Than There Is To Hear.

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Time Flies Apace-we Would Fain Believe That Everything Flies Forward With It.

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

We Talk About Taking "pleasure In A Thing": But In Truth It Is Pleasure In Ourselves, Mediated By A Thing.

To Call A Thing Good Not A Day Longer Than It Appears To Us Good, And Above All Not A Day Earlier - That Is The Only Way To Keep Joy Pure.

God Is Dead, But Considering The State The Species Man Is In, There Will Perhaps Be Caves, For Ages Yet, In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown.

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And I Offer You This Parable: Not A Few Who Sought To Cast Out Their Devil Entered Into The Swine Themselves.

The Worst Readers Are Those Who Behave Like Plundering Troops: They Take Away A Few Things They Can Use, Dirty And Confound The Remainder, And Revile The Whole.

You Lovers Of Knowledge! So What Have You Done Out Of Your Love Of Knowledge Up To Now? Have You Already Stolen And Murdered So As To Know How A Thief And A Murderer Feels?

Human Existence Basically Is──a Never To Be Completed Imperfect Tense.

No One Lies So Boldly As The Man Who Is Indignant.

Your Soul Will Be Dead Even Before Your Body: Fear Nothing Further.

All Modern Philosophizing Is Political, Policed By Governments, Churches, Academics, Custom, Fashion, And Human Cowardice, All Off Which Limit It To A Fake Learnedness.

Alas, Where Is There Still A Sea In Which One Could Drown: Thus Our Lament Resounds – Across Shallow Swamps.

Do Ask Yourself Why You, The Individual, Exist, And If You Can Get No Other Answer Try For Once To Justify The Meaning Of Your Existence As It Were A Posteriori By Setting Before Yourself An Aim, A Goal, A 'to This End', An Exalted And Noble 'to This End'.

I Am Zarathustra The Godless: Where Shall I Find My Equal? All Those Who Give Themselves Their Own Will And Renounce All Submission, They Are My Equals.

There Are Expressions And Bulls-eyes Of The Spirit, There Are Epigrams, A Little Handful Of Words, In Which A Whole Culture, A Whole Society Is Suddenly Crystallized.

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

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.

The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Mankind.

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There Is One Thing One Has To Have Either A Soul That Is Cheerful By Nature, Or A Soul Made Cheerful By Work, Love, Art, And Knowledge.

The Empty, The One, The Unmoved, The Full, Satiation, Wanting Nothing--that Would Be My Evil: In Short, Dreamless Sleep.

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Judgments, Value Judgments Concerning Life, For Or Against, Can In The Last Resort Never Be True: They Possess Value Only As Symptoms, They Come Into Consideration Only As Symptoms - In Themselves Such Judgments Are Stupidities.

A Married Philosopher Is A Comic Character.

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

Women And Egoistic Artists Entertain A Feeling Towards Science That Is Something Composed Of Envy And Sentimentality.

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.

Pardon Me, My Friends, I Have Ventured To Paint My Happiness On The Wall.

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The Visionary Lies To Himself, The Liar Only To Others.

What Verse Is For The Poet, Dialectical Thinking Is For The Philosopher. He Grasps For It In Order To Get Hold Of His Own Enchantment, In Order To Perpetuate It.

The Man Of Knowledge Must Be Able Not Only To Love His Enemies But Also To Hate His Friends.

Remain True To The Earth.

Man... Cannot Learn To Forget, But Hangs On The Past: However Far Or Fast He Runs, That Chain Runs With Him.

Whom Do You Call Bad?--those Who Always Want To Induce Shame.

Thoughts Are The Shadows Of Our Feelings - Always Darker, Emptier And Simpler.

I Am Afraid That Old Women Are More Skeptical In Their Most Secret Heart Of Hearts Than Any Man: They Believe In The Superficiality Of Existence As In Its Essence, And All Virtue And Profundity Is To Them Merely A Veil Over This "truth," A Most Welcome Veil Over A Pudendum--and So A Matter Of Decency And Modesty, And Nothing Else.

Here One Must Think Profoundly To The Very Basis And Resist All Sentimental Weakness: Life Itself Is Essentially Appropriation, Injury, Conquest Of The Strange And Weak, Suppression, Severity, Obtrusion Of Peculiar Forms, Incorporation, And At The Least, Putting It Mildest, Exploitation - But Why Should One For Ever Use Precisely These Words On Which For Ages A Disparaging Purpose Has Been Stamped?

It Was Christianity Which First Painted The Devil On The Worlds Walls; It Was Christianity Which First Brought Sin Into The World. Belief In The Cure Which It Offered Has Now Been Shaken To It's Deepest Roots; But Belief In The Sickness Which It Taught And Propagated Continues To Exists.

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

Philosophical Systems Are Wholly True For Their Founders Only.

When One Gives Up Christian Belief One Thereby Deprives Oneself Of The Right To Christian Morality. For The Latter Is Absolutely Not Self-evident: One Must Make This Point Clear Again And Again, In Spite Of English Shallowpates.

Inaction, Letting Be, Neither Creating Nor Destroying--that Is My Evil. And Also The Knower As One Without Desire.

Error Has Made Animals Into Men; Is Truth In A Position To Make Men Into Animals Again?

Little Prigs And Three-quarter Madmen May Have The Conceit That The Laws Of Nature Are Constantly Broken For Their Sakes.

A Beautiful Woman Seductively Dressed Will Never Catch Cold No Matter How Low-cut Her Gown.

Many Find Their Heart When They Have Lost Their Head.

The Real World Is Much Smaller Than The Imaginary

Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of Prostitutes.

Which Is It? Is Man Only A Blunder Of God? Or Is God Only A Blunder Of Man?

They Climb The Mountain Like Beasts, Stupid And Sweating; It Seems That No One Bothered To Tell Them That There Are Beautiful Vistas Along The Way.

Glance Into The World Just As Though Time Were Gone: And Everything Crooked Will Become Straight To You.

In Large States Public Education Will Always Be Mediocre, For The Same Reason That In Large Kitchens The Cooking Is Usually Bad.

After Buddha Was Dead, His Shadow Was Still Shown For Centuries In A Cave.

To Blaspheme The Earth Is Now The Most Dreadful Sin, And To Rate The Heart Of The Unknowable Higher Than The Meaning Of The Earth!

Christianity Gave Eros Poison To Drink; He Did Not Die Of It, Certainly, But Degenerated To Vice.

Before The Effect One Believes In Different Causes Than One Does After The Effect.

Once And For All, There Are Many Things I Choose Not To Know.--wisdom Sets Limits Even To Knowledge.

Did You Ever Say Yes To A Pleasure? Oh My Friends, Then You Also Said Yes To All Pain. All Things Are Linked, Entwined, In Love With One Another.

Above All, There Is No Exception To This Rule: That The Idea Of Political Superiority Always Resolves Itself Into The Idea Of Psychological Superiority.

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.

The Finest And Healthiest Thing About Science Is, As In The Mountains, The Brisk Air Blowing Around In It.--the Spiritually Delicate (such As Artists) Shun And Slander Science Owing To This Air.

In Affability There Is No Hatred Of Men, But For That Very Reason There Is All Too Much Contempt For Men.

He Who Does Not Lie Does Not Know What Truth Is.

No More Fiction, For Now We Calculate; But That We May Calculate, We Had To Make Fiction First.

Many People, Especially Women, Never Experience Boredom Because They Have Never Learned To Work Properly.

It Is Certainly Not The Least Charm Of A Theory That It Is Refutable.

The Will To Truth Is Merely The Longing For A Stable World.

One Is Most Dishonest To One's God: He Is Not Allowed To Sin.

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

There Are No Beautiful Surfaces Without A Terrible Depth.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

I Love Him Who Laboureth And Inventeth, That He May Build The House For The Superman, And Prepare For Him Earth, Animal, And Plant: For Thus Seeketh He His Own Down-going.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

I Am Interested Only In The Relations Of A People To The Rearing Of The Individual Man, And Among The Greeks The Conditions Were Unusually Favourable For The Development Of The Individual; Not By Any Means Owing To The Goodness Of The People, But Because Of The Struggles Of Their Evil Instincts.with The Help Of Favourable Measures Great Individuals Might Be Reared Who Would Be Both Different From And Higher Than Those Who Heretofore Have Owed Their Existence To Mere Chance. Here We May Still Be Hopeful: In The Rearing Of Exceptional Men.

Genuine Historical Knowledge Requires Nobility Of Character, A Profound Understanding Of Human Existence - Not Detachment And Objectivity.

Historical Knowledge

Having A Talent Is Not Enough: One Must Also Have Your Permission To Have It--right, My Friends?

Christianity Has The Rancor Of The Sick At Its Very Core-the Instinct Against The Healthy, Against Health. Everything That Is Well-constructed, Proud, Gallant And, Above All, Beautiful Gives Offense To Its Ears And Eyes.

Our Vanity Would Have Just That Which We Do Best Count As That Which Is Hardest For Us. The Origin Of Many A Morality.

I Have Somehow Something Like "influence" ... In The Anti-semitic Correspondence ... My Name Is Mentioned In Almost Every Issue. Zarathustra ... Has Charmed The Anti-semites; There Is A Special Anti-semitic Interpretation Of It That Made Me Laugh Very Much.

To Those Human Beings Who Are Of Any Concern To Me, I Wish Suffering, Desolation, Sickness, Ill Treatment, Indignities, Profound Self-contempt, The Torture Of Self-mistrust, And The Wretchedness Of The Vanquished.

The Strongest And Most Evil Spirits Have To Date Advanced Mankind The Most: They Always Rekindled The Sleeping Passions - All Orderly Arranged Society Lulls The Passions To Sleep; They Always Reawakened The Sense Of Comparison, Of Contradiction, Of Delight In The New, The Adventurous, The Untried; They Compelled Men To Set Opinion Against Opinion, Ideal Plan Against Ideal Plan.

Profundity Of Thought Belongs To Youth, Clarity Of Thought To Old Age.

An Educator Never Says What He Himself Thinks, But Only That Which He Thinks It Is Good For Those Whom He Is Educating To Hear.

One Should Part From Life As Odysseus Parted From Nausicaa-blessing It Rather Than In Love With It.

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.

One Has To Know The Size Of One's Stomach.

No Shepherd And One Herd! Everybody Wants The Same, Everybody Is The Same: Whoever Feels Different Goes Voluntarily Into A Madhouse.

What Destroys A Man More Quickly Than To Work, Think And Feel Without Inner Necessity, Without Any Deep Personal Desire, Without Pleasure - As A Mere Automaton Of Duty?

Not To Him Who Is Offensive To Us Are We Most Unfair, But To Him Who Doth Not Concern Us At All.

With The Strength Of His Spiritual Sight And Insight The Distance, And As It Were The Space, Around Man Continually Expands: His World Grows Deeper, Ever New Stars, Ever New Images And Enigmas Come Into View.

The Flame Is Not As Bright To Itself As It Is To Those It Illuminates: So Too The Sage.

That For Which We Find Words Is Something Already Dead In Our Hearts.

People Who Comprehend A Thing To Its Very Depths Rarely Stay Faithful To It Forever. For They Have Brought Its Depths Into The Light Of Day: And In The Depths There Is Always Much That Is Unpleasant To See.

The Mouth May Lie, Alright, But The Face It Makes Nonetheless Tells The Truth.

We Should Conserve Evil Just As We Should Conserve The Forests. It Is True That By Thinning And Clearing The Forests The Earth Grew Warmer.

In The Dark, Time Feels Different Than When It Is Light.

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