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Socrates.- If All Goes Well, The Time Will Come When One Will Take Up The Memorabilia Of Socrates Rather Than The Bible As A Guide To Morals And Reason... The Pathways Of The Most Various Philosophical Modes Of Life Lead Back To Him... Socrates Excels The Founder Of Christianity In Being Able To Be Serious Cheerfully And In Possessing That Wisdom Full Of Roguishness That Constitutes The Finest State Of The Human Soul. And He Also Possessed The Finer Intellect.

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Socrates.- If All Goes

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Socrates.- If All Goes Well, The Time Will Come When One Will Take Up The Memorabilia Of Socrates Rather Than The Bible As A Guide To Morals And Reason... The Pathways Of The Most Various Philosophical Modes Of Life Lead Back To Him... Socrates Excels The Founder Of Christianity In Being Able To Be Serious Cheerfully And In Possessing That Wisdom Full Of Roguishness That Constitutes The Finest State Of The Human Soul. And He Also Possessed The Finer Intellect.

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And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

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The Coward Does Not Know What It Means To Be Alone: An Enemy Is Always Standing Behind His Chair.

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On Every Parable You Ride To Every Truth.

Character Is Determined More By The Lack Of Certain Experiences Than By Those One Has Had.

This Mother Needs Happy, Reputable Children, And That One Needs Unhappy Ones: Otherwise She Cannot Show Her Kindness As A Mother.

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A Physician Who Treated Me As A Nervous Case For A While Said In The End "no! It Is Not A Matter Of Your Nerves; It Is I Who Am Nervous".

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

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If That Glad Message Of Your Bible Were Written In Your Faces, You Would Not Need To Demand Belief In The Authority Of That Book In Such Stiff-necked Fashion.

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To Live Is To Suffer, To Survive Is To Find Some Meaning In The Suffering.

World Suffering

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

Women Are Constituted In Such A Way That All Truth (regarding Men, Love, Children, Society, The Purpose Of Life) Disgusts Them, And In Such A Way That They Try To Revenge Themselves On Anyone Who Opens Their Eyes.

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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The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

I Should Not Believe In A God Who Does Not Dance.

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That God Became Man Indicates Only This: That Man Should Not Seek His Salvation In Eternity, But Rather Establish His Heaven On Earth.

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How Lovely It Is That There Are Words And Sounds. Are Not Words And Sounds Rainbows And Illusive Bridges Between Things Which Are Eternally Apart?

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Questioning Beliefs

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One Is Not Converted To Christianity; One Must Be Morbid Enough For It.

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Truth Will Have No Gods Before It.- The Belief In Truth Begins With The Doubt Of All Truths In Which One Has Previously Believed.

But This People Has Deliberately Made Itself Stupid, For Nearly A Millennium: Nowhere Have The Two Great European Narcotics, Alcohol And Christianity, Been Abused More Dissolutely.

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?'

Man Is Something To Be Surpassed.

There Are Slavish Souls Who Carry Their Appreciation For Favors Done Them So Far That They Strangle Themselves With The Rope Of Gratitude.

Sensuality Often Makes Love Grow Too Quickly, So That The Root Remains Weak And Is Easy To Pull Out.

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

For A Significant Man Woman, The One Thought He Values Greatly, To The Laughter And Scorn Of Insignificant Men, Is A Key To Hidden Treasure Chambers; For Those Others, It Is Nothing But A Piece Of Old Iron.

The End Of A Melody Is Not Its Goal; But Nonetheless, If The Melody Had Not Reached Its End It Would Not Have Reached Its Goal Either. A Parable.

Silence Is Worse; All Truths That Are Kept Silent Become Poisonous.

It Is Not The Strengths, But The Durations Of Great Sentiments That Make Great Men.

Generally Speaking, The Greater A Woman's Beauty, The Greater Her Modesty.

Every Man Is A Creative Cause Of What Happens, A Primum Mobile With An Original Movement.

Those Who Are Devoid Of Purpose Will Make The Void Their Purpose.

Modern Science Has As Its Object As Little Pain As Possible, As Long A Life As Possible - Hence A Sort Of Eternal Blessedness, But Of A Very Limited Kind In Comparison With The Promises Of Religion.

If There Is To Be Art, If There Is To Be Any Aesthetic Doing And Seeing, One Physiological Condition Is Indispensable: Frenzy.

The Truth Is Ugly: We Have Art So As Not To Perish From The Truth.

A Nation Is A Detour Of Nature To Arrive At Five Or Six Great Men- Yes, And Then To Get Around Them.

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.

When A Man Reaches His Maturity In Understanding And In Years, The Feeling Comes Over Him That His Father Was Wrong To Beget Him.

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.

Sometimes We Owe A Friend To The Lucky Circumstance That We Give Him No Cause For Envy.

Nothing Has Been Purchased More Dearly Than The Little Bit Of Reason And Sense Of Freedom Which Now Constitutes Our Pride.

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All Of Life Is A Dispute Over Taste And Tasting.

It Is Not Doubt,is Certitude That Drives You Mad.

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

My Brother, Are War And Battle Evil? Necessary, However, Is The Evil; Necessary Are The Envy And The Distrust And The Back-biting Among The Virtues.

Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

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.

We Are Terrified By The Idea Of Being Terrified.

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

Convictions Are More Dangerous Enemies Of Truth Than Lies.courageous, Untroubled, Mocking And Violent-that Is What Wisdom Wants Us To Be. Wisdom Is A Woman, And Loves Only A Warrior.

In Architecture The Pride Of Man, His Triumph Over Gravitation, His Will To Power, Assume A Visible Form. Architecture Is A Sort Of Oratory Of Power By Means Of Forms.

The Will To Overcome An Emotion, Is Ultimately Only The Will Of Another, Or Of Several Other, Emotions.

Beyond Good And Evil

I Do Not Know What Meaning Classical Studies Could Have For Our Time If They Were Not Untimely That Is To Say, Acting Counter To Our Time And Thereby Acting On Our Time And, Let Us Hope, For The Benefit Of A Time To Come.

The Press, The Machine, The Railway, The Telegraph Are Premises Whose Thousand-year Conclusion No One Has Yet Dared To Draw.

Ultimately, It Is The Desire, Not The Desired, That We Love.

Woman Is Essentially Unpeaceful, Like The Cat, However Well She May Have Trained Herself To Present An Appearance Of Peace.

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

Is Man God's Biggest Blunder, Or Is Man's God?

One Begins To Mistrust Very Clever People When They Become Embarrassed.

In His Heart Every Man Knows Quite Well That, Being Unique, He Will Be In The World Only Once And That No Imaginable Chance Will For A Second Time Gather Together Into A Unity So Strangely Variegated An Assortment As He Is: He Knows It But Hides It Like A Bad Conscience.

To Do Great Things Is Difficult; But To Command Great Things Is More Difficult.

The Word 'christianity' Is Already A Misunderstanding - In Reality There Has Been Only One Christian, And He Died On The Cross.

A Heart Full Of Courage And Cheerfulness Needs A Little Danger From Time To Time, Or The World Gets Unbearable.

A Book Is Made Better By Good Readers And Clearer By Good Opponents.

Whenever The Truth Is Uncovered, The Artist Will Always Cling With Rapt Gaze To What Still Remains Covering Even After Such Uncovering; But The Theoretical Man Enjoys And Finds Satisfaction In The Discarded Covering And Finds The Highest Object Of His Pleasure In The Process Of An Ever Happy Uncovering That Succeeds Through His Own Efforts.

We Are Unknown To Ourselves, We Men Of Knowledge - And With Good Reason. We Have Never Sought Ourselves - How Could It Happen That We Should Ever Find Ourselves? It Has Rightly Been Said: "where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also"; Our Treasure Is Where The Beehives Of Our Knowledge Are.

Woman Understands Children Better Than Man Does, But Man Is More Childlike Than Woman.

Brave People May Be Persuaded To An Action By Representing It As Being More Dangerous Than It Really Is.

The Lonely One Offers His Hand Too Quickly To Whomever He Encounters.

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!

Along The Journey We Commonly Forget Its Goal. Almost Every Vocation Is Chosen And Entered Upon As A Means To A Purpose But Is Ultimately Continued As A Final Purpose In Itself. Forgetting Our Objectives Is The Most Frequent Stupidity In Which We Indulge Ourselves.

Even Today A Crude Sort Of Persecution Is All That Is Required To Create An Honorable Name For Any Sect, No Matter How Indifferent In Itself.

Enjoyment And Innocence Are The Most Bashful Things: Both Do Not Want To Be Sought.

The Enormous Expectation Having To Do With Sexual Love And The Shame Involved In This Expectation Degrades All A Woman's Perspectives From The Start.

One Hears - One Does Not Seek; One Takes - One Does Not Ask Who Gives.

Let Man Fear Woman When She Loves: Then She Makes Any Sacrifice, And Everything Else Seems Without Value To Her

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.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.

One Is Healthy When One Can Laugh At The Earnestness And Zeal With Which One Has Been Hypnotized By Any Single Detail Of One's Life.

The Danger In Happiness - "now Everything Is Turning Out Right For Me; From Now On I'll Love Every Turn Of Fate - Who Wants To Be My Fate?

And He Who Must Be A Creator In Good And Evil: Verily, He Must Be An Annihilator First And Demolish Values.

The More You Let Yourself Go, The Less Others Let You Go.

My Wisdom Has Long Accumulated Like A Cloud, It Becomes Stiller And Darker. So Does All Wisdom Which Shall One Day Bear Lightnings.

Deception, Flattering, Lying, Deluding, Talking Behind The Back, Putting Up A False Front, Living In Borrowed Splendor, Wearing A Mask, Hiding Behind Convention, Playing A Role For Others And For Oneself -- In Short, A Continuous Fluttering Around The Solitary Flame Of Vanity -- Is So Much The Rule And The Law Among Men That There Is Almost Nothing Which Is Less Comprehensible Than How An Honest And Pure Drive For Truth Could Have Arisen Among Them.

Indeed, What Forces Us At All To Suppose That There Is An Essential Opposition Of 'true' And 'false'? Is It Not Sufficient To Assume Degrees Of Apparentness And, As It Were, Lighter And Darker Shadows And Shades Of Appearance- Different 'values', To Use The Language Of Painters?

In All Institutions From Which The Cold Wind Of Open Criticism Is Excluded, An Innocent Corruption Begins To Grow Like A Mushroom - For Example, In Senates And Learned Societies

You Must Climb Above Yourself-up And Beyond, Until You Have Even Your Stars Under You.

It Is However A Disgrace To Pray! Not For All, But For You, And Me, And Whoever Has His A Conscience.

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

Ten Times Must You Laugh During The Day, And Be Cheerful; Otherwise Your Stomach, The Father Of Affliction, Will Disturb You In The Night.

Living In A Constant Chase After Gain Compels People To Expend Their Spirit To The Point Of Exhaustion.

Without The Perpetual Counterfeiting Of The Universe By Number, Man Could Not Continue To Live

Whoever Has Character Also Has His Typical Experience, Which Returns Over And Over Again.

When I Seek Another Word For 'music', I Never Find Any Other Word Than 'venice'

However Modest One May Be In One's Demand For Intellectual Cleanliness, One Cannot Help Feeling, When Coming Into Contact With The New Testament, A Kind Of Inexpressible Discomfiture: For The Unchecked Impudence With Which The Least Qualified Want To Raise Their Voice On The Greatest Problems, And Even Claim To Be Judges Of Such Things, Surpasses All Measure. The Shameless Levity With Which The Most Intractable Problems (life, World, God, Purpose Of Life) Are Spoken Of, As If They Were Not Problems At All But Simply Things That These Little Bigots Knew!

Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be Hated; But Not Foes To Be Despised: Ye Must Be Proud Of Your Foes.

All Mankind Is Divided, As It Was At All Times And Is Still, Into Slaves And Freemen.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

Again And Again

One Must Give Value To Their Existence By Behaving As If Ones Very Existence Were A Work Of Art.

I Assess The Power Of A Will By How Much Resistance, Pain, Torture It Endures And Knows How To Turn To Its Advantage.

We Ought To Face Our Destiny With Courage.

Man Demands Truth And Fulfills This Demand In Moral Intercourse With Other Men; This Is The Basis Of All Social Life. One Anticipates The Unpleasant Consequences Of Reciprocal Lying. From This There Arises The Duty Of Truth. We Permit Epic Poets To Lie Because We Expect No Detrimental Consequences In This Case. Thus The Lie Is Permitted Where It Is Considered Something Pleasant. Assuming That It Does No Harm, The Lie Is Beautiful And Charming.

People Are Always Angry At Anyone Who Chooses Very Individual Standards For His Life; Because Of The Extraordinary Treatment Which That Man Grants To Himself, They Feel Degraded, Like Ordinary Beings.

The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come When We Gain The Courage To Rechristen Our Evil As What Is Best In Us.

Intoxicating Joy Is It For The Sufferer To Look Away From His Suffering And Forget Himself. Intoxicating Joy And Self-forgetting, Did The World Once Seem To Me.

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters.

I Hate Who Steals My Solitude, Without Really Offer Me In Exchange Company.

The Best Of All Things Is Something Entirely Outside Your Grasp: Not To Be Born, Not To Be, To Be Nothing. But The Second-best Thing For You - Is To Die Soon.

I Obviously Do Everything To Be "hard To Understand" Myself

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.

Joy Wants The Eternity Of All Things, Wants Deep, Wants Deep Eternity.

One Does Not Hate So Long As One Continues To Rate Low, But Only When One Has Come To Rate Equal Or Higher.

This Is The Fundamental Idea Of Culture, Insofar As It Sets But One Task For Each Of Us: To Further The Production Of The Philosopher, Of The Artist, And Of The Saint Within Us And Outside Us, And Thereby To Work At The Consummation Of Nature.

Love Brings To Light The Lofty And Hidden Characteristics Of The Lover--what Is Rare And Exceptional In Him: To That Extent It Caneasily Be Deceptive With Respect To What Is Normal In Him.

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

Philosophical Systems Are Wholly True For Their Founders Only.

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

Virtues Are Dangerous As Vices Insofar As They Are Allowed To Rule Over One As Authorities And Not As Qualities One Develops Oneself.

The Transition From Religion To Scientific Contemplation Is A Violent, Dangerous Leap, Which Is Not To Be Recommended. In Order To Make This Transition, Art Is Far Rather To Be Employed To Relieve The Mind Overburdened With Emotions. Out Of The Illogical Comes Much Good. It Is So Firmly Rooted In The Passions, In Language, In Art, In Religion, And Generally In Everything Which Gives Value To Life. It Is Only The Naive People Who Can Believe That The Nature Of Man Can Be Changed Into A Purely Logical One. We Have Yet To Learn That Others Can Suffer, And This Can Never Be Completely Learned.

Man Is Something That Shall Be Overcome.... Man Is A Rope, Tied Between Beast And Overman -- A Rope Over An Abyss... What Is Great In Man Is That He Is A Bridge And Not An End.

One Who Has Given Up Any Hope Of Winning A Fight Or Has Clearly Lost It Wants His Style In Fighting To Be Admired All The More.

Whoever Has Not Two-thirds Of His Time To Himself, Is A Slave.

When Anyone Apologizes To Us He Has To Do It Very Expertly: Otherwise We Might Easily Come To See Ourselves As The Guilty Party And Experience Unpleasant Feelings.

As Soon As A Religion Comes To Dominate It Has As Its Opponents All Those Who Would Have Been Its First Disciples.

The God On The Cross Is A Curse On Life, A Signpost To Seek Redemption From Life; Dionysus Cut To Pieces Is A Promise Of Life: It Will Be Eternally Reborn And Return Again From Destruction

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