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Reckoned Physiologically, Everything Ugly Weakens And Afflicts Man. It Recalls Decay, Danger, Impotence; He Actually Suffers A Loss Of Energy In Its Presence. The Effect Of The Ugly Can Be Measured With A Dynamometer. Whenever Man Feels In Any Way Depressed, He Senses The Proximity Of Something Ugly. His Feeling Of Power, His Will To Power, His Courage, His Pride - They Decline With The Ugly, They Increase With The Beautiful.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Reckoned Physiologically, Everything Ugly

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Reckoned Physiologically, Everything Ugly Weakens And Afflicts Man. It Recalls Decay, Danger, Impotence; He Actually Suffers A Loss Of Energy In Its Presence. The Effect Of The Ugly Can Be Measured With A Dynamometer. Whenever Man Feels In Any Way Depressed, He Senses The Proximity Of Something Ugly. His Feeling Of Power, His Will To Power, His Courage, His Pride - They Decline With The Ugly, They Increase With The Beautiful.

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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.

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Truly, It Is A Blessing And Not A Blasphemy When I Teach That "above All Things There Stands The Heaven Of Chance, The Heaven Of Innocence, The Heaven Of Accident, The Heaven Of Wantonness".

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Faith: Not Wanting To Know What Is True.

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The Thought Of Suicide Is A Great Source Of Comfort: With It A Calm Passage Is To Be Made Across Many A Bad Night.

Without Art We Would Be Nothing But Foreground And Live Entirely In The Spell Of That Perspective Which Makes What Is Closest At Hand And Most Vulgar Appear As If It Were Vast, And Reality Itself.

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I Overcame Myself, The Sufferer; I Carried My Own Ashes To The Mountains; I Invented A Brighter Flame For Myself.

Many Are Obstinate With Regard To The Pathway Once They Have Set Upon It, Few With Regard To The Goal.

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When One Has Finished Building One's House, One Suddenly Realizes That In The Process One Has Learned Something That One Really Needed To Know In The Worst Way - Before One Began.

It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.

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And If A Friend Does You Wrong, Then Say: "i Forgive You What You Have Done To Me; That You Have Done It To Yourself, However--how Could I Forgive That!

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The Most Fundamental Form Of Human Stupidity Is Forgetting What We Were Trying To Do In The First Place.

It Is The Business Of The Very Few To Be Independent; It Is A Privilege Of The Strong.

There Is More Wisdom In Your Body Than In Your Best Wisdom. And Who Then Knows Why Your Body Needs Precisely Your Best Wisdom?

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I No Longer Want To Walk On Worn Soles.

The Really Royal Calling Of The Philosopher (as Expressed By Alcuin The Anglo-saxon): To Correct What Is Wrong, And Strengthen The Right, And Raise What Is Holy.

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

Man, A Hybrid Of Plant And Ghost.

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The Enjoyment That All Morality Has Given Us To Now And That It Continues To Give Us--and So, What Has Kept It Going Up To Now--lies In Everyone's Right, Without Lengthy Investigation, To Praise And Blame. And Who Could Endure Life Without Praising And Blaming!

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A Philosophical Mythology Lies Concealed In Language, Which Breaks Out Again At Every Moment, No Matter How Cautious We May Be.

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The Value Of A Man Can Only Be Measured With Regard To Other Men.

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Speaking Is A Beautiful Folly; With That Man Dances Over All Things.

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Only Individuals Have A Sense Of Responsibility.

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There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.

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

The Really Historical Performance Would Talk To Ghosts.

Man Is The Cruelest Animal.

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Instinct. When The House Burns One Forgets Even Lunch. Yes, But One Eats It Later In The Ashes.

This Verse Gets Me Through Each Day, What Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us Stronger! I Am Not Afraid Of Anything Because The Lord Is My Shepherd!

The Reason Adultery Is Immoral Is That It Might Lead To Marriage.

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

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There Is In General Good Reason To Suppose That In Several Respects The Gods Could All Benefit From Instruction By Us Human Beings. We Humans Are - More Humane.

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The Poet Presents His Thoughts Festively, On The Carriage Of Rhythm: Usually Because They Could Not Walk.

It Was A Subtle Refinement Of God To Learn Greek When He Wished To Write A Book – And That He Did Not Learn It Better.

The Strongest Knowledge (that Of The Total Freedom Of The Human Will) Is Nonetheless The Poorest In Successes: For It Always Has The Strongest Opponent, Human Vanity.

Objection, Evasion, Joyous Distrust, And Love Of Irony Are Signs Of Health; Everything Absolute Belongs To Pathology.

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.

In Every Ascetic Morality Man Worships A Part Of Himself As God And For That He Needs To Diabolize The Other Part.

Today I Love Myself As I Love My God: Who Could Charge Me With A Sin Today? I Know Only Sins Against My God; But Who Knows My God?

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One Should Never Know Too Precisely Whom One Has Married

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He Who Possesseth Little Is So Much The Less Possessed. Blessed Be Moderate Poverty!

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Reason Is The Cause Of Our Falsification Of The Evidence Of The Senses. In So Far As The Senses Show Becoming, Passing Away, Change, They Do Not Lie.

What Is Life? A Continuous Praise And Blame.

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Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake.

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Dancing In All Its Forms Cannot Be Excluded From The Curriculum Of All Noble Education; Dancing With The Feet, With Ideas, With Words, And, Need I Add That One Must Also Be Able To Dance With The Pen?

He Who Knows Himself To Be Profound Endeavors To Be Clear; He Who Would Like To Appear Profound To The Crowd Endeavors To Be Obscure.

What Doesn't Kill You Make You Stronger.

Makes You Stronger

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The Child As A Monument To The Passion Of Two People; The Will To Oneness In Two.

Everyone Wants To Be Foremost In This Future-and Yet Death And The Stillness Of Death Are The Only Things Certain And Common To All In This Future! How Strange That This Sole Thing That Is Certain And Common To All, Exercises Almost No Influence On Men, And That They Are The Furthest From Regarding Themselves As The Brotherhood Of Death! It Makes Me Happy To See That Men Do Not Want To Think At All Of The Idea Of Death!

There Are Preachers Of Death: And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Desistance From Life Must Be Preached.

To Experience A Thing As Beautiful Means: To Experience It Necessarily Wrongly.

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.

Every Relationship That Does Not Raise Us Up Pulls Us Down, And Vice Versa; This Is Why Men Usually Sink Down Somewhat When They Take Wives While Women Are Usually Somewhat Raised Up. Overly Spiritual Men Require Marriage Every Bit As Much As They Resist It As Bitter Medicine.

The Most Common Sort Of Lie Is The One Uttered To One's Self.

Knowing Who You Are

Aphorisms Should Be Peaks - And Those Who Are Addressed, Tall And Lofty. The Air Thin And Pure, Danger Near, And The Spirit Full Of Gay Sarcasm: These Go Well Together.

We Must Be Cruel As Well As Compassionate: Let Us Guard Against Becoming Poorer Than Nature Is!

In Art The End Does Not Sanctify The Means: But Sacred Means Employed Here Can Sanctify The End.

All Words Are Prejudices.

Even Cohabitation Has Been Corrupted - By Marriage.

So Live Your Life Of Obedience And Of War! What Matter About Long Life! What Warrior Wisheth To Be Spared!

What Is The Ape To Man? A Laughing-stock Or A Painful Embarrassment. And Just That Shall Man Be For The Superman: A Laughing-stock Or A Painful Embarrassment.

One Sticks To An Opinion Because He Prides Himself On Having Come To It On His Own, And Another Because He Has Taken Great Pains To Learn It And Is Proud To Have Grasped It: And So Both Do So Out Of Vanity.

What Good Is All This Free-thinking, Modernity, And Turncoat Flexibility If At Some Gut Level You Are Still A Christian, A Catholic, And Even A Priest!

Everyone Who Enjoys Supposes That The Tree Was Concerned With The Fruit, But It Was Really Concerned With The Seed. -in This Lies The Difference Between All Those Who Create And Those Who Enjoy.

You Know A Moment Is Important When It Is Making Your Mind Go Numb With Beauty.

Love Is A State In Which A Man Sees Things Most Decidedly As They Are Not.

I Have Never Come Across Someone Who Could Inspire More Respect Than The Greek Philosophers.

No Artist Will Tolerate The World For One Second As It Is.

The Moment Germany Rises As A Great Power, France Gains A New Importance As A Cultural Power.

One Will Rarely Err If Extreme Actions Be Ascribed To Vanity, Ordinary Actions To Habit, And Mean Actions To Fear.

We Take A Fancy To Something: And Scarcely Have We Thoroughly Taken A Fancy To It When That Tyrant In Us Calls Out: "give Me Thatin Sacrifice"--and We Give It.

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