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Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.

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Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.

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You Never Exist Quite So Much As When You Are Not Thinking

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Love Matches, So Called, Have Illusion For Their Father And Need For Their Mother.

Now We Will No Longer Concede So Easily That Anyone Has The Truth; The Rigorous Methods Of Inquiry Have Spread Sufficient Distrust And Caution, So That We Experience Every Man Who Represents Opinions Violently In Word And Deed As Any Enemy Of Our Present Culture, Or At Least As A Backward Person. And In Fact, The Fervor About Having The Truth Counts Very Little Today In Relation To That Other Fervor, More Gentle And Silent, To Be Sure, For Seeking The Truth, A Search That Does Not Tire Of Learning Afresh And Testing Anew.

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I'm Not Upset That You Lied To Me, I'm Upset That From Now On I Can't Believe You.

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You're Going To Women? Don't Forget Your Whip!

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Moderation Sees Itself As Beautiful; It Is Unaware That In The Eye Of The Immoderate It Appears Black And Sober And Consequently Ugly-looking.

It Is Neither The Best Nor The Worst Things In A Book That Defy Translation.

Freedom Is The Will To Be Responsible For Ourselves. It Is To Preserve The Distance Which Separates Us From Other Men. To Grow More Indifferent To Hardship, To Severity, To Privation, And Even To Life Itself.

One Loves Ultimately One's Desires, Not The Thing Desired.

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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.

It Is Only Possible Through The Fact That Sympathy For The General Life And Suffering Of Mankind Is Very Weakly Developed In The Individual.

Either One Does Not Dream, Or One Does So Interestingly. One Should Learn To Spend One's Waking Life In The Same Way: Not At All, Or Interestingly.

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I Am Opposed To Socialism Because It Dreams Ingenuously Of Good, Truth, Beauty, And Equal Rights.

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

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

Historical Refutation As The Definitive Refutation.- In Former Times, One Sought To Prove That There Is No God - Today One Indicates How The Belief That There Is A God Arose And How This Belief Acquired Its Weight And Importance: A Counter-proof That There Is No God Thereby Becomes Superfluous.- When In Former Times One Had Refuted The 'proofs Of The Existence Of God' Put Forward, There Always Remained The Doubt Whether Better Proofs Might Not Be Adduced Than Those Just Refuted: In Those Days Atheists Did Not Know How To Make A Clean Sweep.

Christianity, Alcohol The Two Great Means Of Corruption.

"this - Is Now My Way - Where Is Yours"? Thus Did I Answer Those Who Asked Me "the Way". For The Way - It Does Not Exist!

I Love Him Who Reserveth No Share Of Spirit For Himself, But Wanteth To Be Wholly The Spirit Of His Virtue: Thus Walketh He As Spirit Over The Bridge.

Every Talent Must Unfold Itself In Fighting.

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

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.

Verily, I Do Not Like Them, The Merciful Who Feel Blessed In Their Pity: They Are Lacking Too Much In Shame. If I Must Pity, At Least I Do Not Want It Known; And If I Do Pity, It Is Preferably From A Distance.

It Is The Powerful Who Know How To Honour, It Is Their Art, Their Domain For Invention.

Words Are But Symbols For The Relations Of Things To One Another And To Us; Nowhere Do They Touch Upon Absolute Truth... Through Words And Concepts We Shall Never Reach Beyond The Wall Off Relations, To Some Sort Of Fabulous Primal Ground Of Things.

The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

Rash Actions Are Seldom Committed In Isolation. With The First Rash Action We Always Do Too Much. So We Usually Go On To Commit Asecond One--and Then We Do Too Little.

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

The Future Influences The Present Just As Much As The Past.

You Must Await Your Thirst And Allow It To Become Complete: Otherwise You Will Never Discover Your Spring, Which Can Never Be Anyone Else's!

Existence Begins In Every Instant.

Great Things Demand That We Either Remain Silent About Them Or Speak In A Great Manner: In A Great Manner, That Is-cynically And With Innocence.

Underneath The Reality In Which We Live And Have Our Being, Another Altogether Different Reality Lies Concealed.

The Superman Is The Meaning Of The Earth. Let Your Will Say: The Superman Shall Be The Meaning Of The Earth!

I Love Those Who Do Not First Seek A Reason Beyond The Stars For Going Down And Being Sacrifices, But Sacrifice Themselves To The Earth, That The Earth Of The Superman May Hereafter Arrive.

Species Do Not Grow More Perfect: The Weaker Dominate The Strong, Again And Again- The Reason Being That They Are The Great Majority, And They Are Also Cleverer. Darwin Forgot The Mind (-that Is English!): The Weak Possess More Mind. ... To Acquire Mind, One Must Need Mind-one Loses It When One No Longer Needs It.

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

Every Achievement, Every Step Forward In Knowledge, Is The Consequence Of Courage, Of Toughness Towards Oneself, Of Sincerity To Oneself

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

Man Is A Rope Stretched Between The Animal And The Superman-a Rope Over An Abyss. A Dangerous Crossing, A Dangerous Wayfaring, A Dangerous Looking-back, A Dangerous Trembling And Halting

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.

One Is Punished Best For One's Virtues.

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

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

I Can Still Stand On Life's Narrowest Footing: But Who Would I Be Were I To Show You This Art. Would You Like To See A Ropedancer?

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.

The Happiness Of Man Is: I Will. The Happiness Of Woman Is: He Wills. 'behold , Just Now The World ... Entire Love. And Woman Must Obey And Find A Depth For Her Surface. Surface Is The Disposition Of Woman: A Mobile, Stormy Film Over Shallow Water. Man's Disposition, However, Is Deep; His River Roars In Subterranean Caves: Woman Feels His Strength But Does Not Comprehend It.

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.

The Man Who Does Not Wish To Belong To The Mass Needs Only To Cease Taking Himself Easily; Let Him Follow His Conscience, Which Calls To Him: "be Your Self! All You Are Now Doing, Thinking, Desiring, Is Not You Yourself.

Righteousness Exalteth A Nation.

Fathers Have A Lot To Do To Make Up For Having Sons.

The Spirit Of The Poet Craves Spectators... Even If Only Buffaloes.

Life Is Hard To Bear: But Do Not Affect To Be So Delicate! We Are All Of Us Fine Sumpter Asses And Assesses.

It Is Terrible To Die Of Thirst In The Ocean. Do You Have To Salt Your Truth So Heavily That It Does Not Even-quench Thirst Any More?

Show Me That You Are Redeemed, And I Will Believe In Your Redeemer.

Never To Read Another Book That Was Born And Baptized (with Ink) At The Same Time.

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

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

Thus I Spoke, More And More Softly; For I Was Afraid Of My Own Thoughts And The Thoughts Behind My Thoughts.

Truth Is Only An Illusion We Have Forgotten Is An Illusion.

I Am A Prelude To Better Players, O My Brothers! An Example! Follow My Example!

Many People Wait Throughout Their Whole Lives For The Chance To Be Good In Their Own Fashion.

The Arrogance That Accompanies Merit Offends Us Even More Than The Arrogance Of People Who Are Lacking In Merit: Since Merit Itself Offends Us.

Those Who Are Bent On Revolutionizing Society May Be Divided Into Those Who Seek Something For Themselves Thereby And Those Who Seek Something For Their Children And Grandchildren.

I See Many Soldiers; Could I But See Many Warriors! "uniform" One Calleth What They Wear; May It Not Be Uniform What They Therewith Hide!

The Golden Age, When Rambunctious Spirits Were Regarded As The Source Of Evil.

Faith: Not Wanting To Know What Is True.

I Presume That You Are Compassionate: To Be Without Pity Means To Be Sick In Body And Spirit. But One Should Have Spirit In Abundance, So As To Be Permitted To Be Compassionate! For Your Pity Is Detrimental To You And To Everyone.

I Teach You The Overman. Man Is Something Which Shall Be Surpassed.

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.

Though The Favourites Of The Gods Die Young, They Also Live Eternally In The Company Of Gods

There Is Nothing We Like To Communicate To Others As Much As The Seal Of Secrecy Together With What Lies Under It.

When Marrying, Ask Yourself This Question: Do You Believe That You Will Be Able To Converse Well With This Person Into Your Old Age? Everything Else In Marriage Is Transitory.

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.

I Know The Hatred And Envy Of Your Hearts. Ye Are Not Great Enough Not To Know Of Hatred And Envy. Then Be Great Enough Not To Be Ashamed Of Them!

"belief In The Truth Commences With The Doubting Of All Those "truths" We Once Believed."

The Best Weapon Against An Enemy Is Another Enemy.

Childhood And Youth Are Ends In Themselves, Not Stages.

We Criticize A Man Or A Book Most Sharply When We Sketch Out Their Ideal.

He Who Speaks A Bit Of A Foreign Language Has More Delight In It Than He Who Speaks It Well; Pleasure Goes Along With Superficial Knowledge.

Those Who Show Pity And Are Always Ready To Help During Times Of Trouble Are Seldom The Same Ones Who Rejoice In Our Joy: When Others Are Happy They Have Nothing To Do, They Become Superfluous And Lose Their Feeling Of Superiority, And So They Easily Show Their Displeasure.

We Praise Or Blame As One Or The Other Affords More Opportunity For Exhibiting Our Power Of Judgement.

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

All Philosophers Make The Common Mistake Of Taking Contemporary Man As Their Starting Point And Of Trying, Through An Analysis Of Him, To[21] Reach A Conclusion. "man" Involuntarily Presents Himself To Them As An Aeterna Veritas As A Passive Element In Every Hurly-burly, As A Fixed Standard Of Things. Yet Everything Uttered By The Philosopher On The Subject Of Man Is, In The Last Resort, Nothing More Than A Piece Of Testimony Concerning Man During A Very Limited Period Of Time.

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

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.

The One Seeks A Midwife To Deliver His Thoughts, The Other, Someone To Assist: Thus A Good Conversation Comes Into Being.

Good Conversation

The Command 'become Hard! ', The Deep Conviction That All Creators Are Hard, Is The Really Distinctive Sign Of A Dionysian Nature.

Curiosity Creeps Into The Houses Of The Unfortunate And The Needy Under The Name Of Duty Or Of Pity.

What Someone Is, Begins To Be Revealed When His Talent Abates, When He Stops Showing Us What He Can Do.

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. Hence It Is The Greatest Paradox In Literature, The Imperishable In The Midst Of Change, The Nourishment Which Always Remains Highly Valued, As Salt Does, And Never Becomes Stupid Like Salt.

Through Searching Out Origins, One Becomes A Crab. The Historian Looks Backwards, And Finally He Also Believes Backwards.

"ego," Sayest Thou, And Art Proud Of That Word. But The Greater Thing - In Which Thou Art Unwilling To Believe - Is Thy Body With Its Big Sagacity; It Saith Not "ego," But Doeth It.

The Poison By Which The Weaker Nature Is Destroyed Is Strengthening To The Strong Individual And He Does Not Call It Poison.

The Reasons And Purposes For Habits Are Always Lies That Are Added Only After Some People Begin To Attack These Habits And To Ask For Reasons And Purposes. At This Point The Conservatives Of All Ages Are Thoroughly Dishonest: They Add Lies.

War Has Always Been The Grand Sagacity Of Every Spirit Which Has Grown Too Inward And Too Profound; Its Curative Power Lies Even In The Wounds One Receives.

If Ye Would Go Up High, Then Use Your Own Legs! Do Not Get Yourselves Carried Aloft; Do Not Seat Yourselves On Other People's Backs And Heads!

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief

The Bite Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

From Which Stars Have We Fallen To Meet Each Other Here?

Stupid As A Man, Say The Women: Cowardly As A Woman, Say The Men. Stupidity In A Woman Is Unwomanly.

He Who Rejoices Even At The Stake Triumphs Not Over Pain But Over The Absence Of Pain Where He Had Anticipated Feeling It. A Parable.

There Exists Above The "productive" Man A Yet Higher Species.

Every Fact And Every Work Exercises A Fresh Persuasion Over Every Age And Every New Species Of Man. History Always Enunciates New Truths.

When We Are Tired, We Are Attacked By Ideas We Conquered Long Ago.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is So Overfull That He Forgetteth Himself, And All Things Are In Him: Thus All Things Become His Down-going.

Philosophers Are In The Habit Of Setting Themselves Before Life And Experience.

To Forget One's Purpose Is The Commonest Form Of Stupidity.

You Say, It's Dark. And In Truth, I Did Place A Cloud Before Your Sun. But Do You Not See How The Edges Of The Cloud Are Already Glowing And Turning Light.

For The Purpose Of Knowledge We Must Know How To Make Use Of The Inward Current Which Draws Us Towards A Thing, And Also Of The Current Which After A Time Draws Us Away From It.

We Seldom Break Our Leg So Long As Life Continues A Toilsome Upward Climb. The Danger Comes When We Begin To Take Things Easily And Choose The Convenient Paths.

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