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The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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The Hour-hand Of Life

Friedrich Nietzsche

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The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

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The Scaffolding Must Be Removed Once The House Is Built.

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But This Word Will I Say To My Enemies: What Is All Manslaughter In Comparison With What You Have Done To Me!

Every Extension Of Knowledge Arises From Making The Conscious The Unconscious.

Man, However, Is The Most Courageous Animal: Thereby Has He Overcome Every Animal. With Sound Of Triumph Has He Overcome Every Pain; Human Pain, However, Is The Sorest Pain.

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The Grand Style Follows Suit With All Great Passion. It Disdains To Please, It Forgets To Persuade. It Commands. It Wills.

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But Not To Perish From Internal Distress And Doubt When One Inflicts Great Suffering And Hears The Cry Of Suffering : That Is Great, That Belongs To Greatness.

All Truly Great Thoughts Are Conceived By Walking.

If We Make Sacrifices In Doing Good Or In Doing Ill, It Does Not Alter The Ultimate Value Of Our Actions; Even If We Stake Our Life In The Cause, As Martyrs Do For The Sake Of Our Church : It Is A Sacrifice To Our Longing For Power, Or For The Purpose Of Conserving Our Sense Of Power.

To The Good Warrior Soundeth "thou Shalt" Pleasanter Than "i Will." And All That Is Dear Unto You, Ye Shall First Have It Commanded Unto You.

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.

The Love Of One Sole Being Is A Barbarism; For It Will Be Employed To The Detriment Of All The Rest. So Too The Love Of God.

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.

One Does Not Only Wish To Be Understood When One Writes; One Wishes Just As Surely Not To Be Understood.

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Most People Are Far Too Much Occupied With Themselves To Be Malicious.

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself. What Is Bad? All That Is Born Of Weakness. What Is Happiness? The Feeling That Power Is Growing, That Resistance Is Overcome.

Life, And You, And I, And All Of Us Together Became For A While Interesing To Ourselves Once More.

Whoever Reaches His Ideal Transcends It Eo Ipso.

The Only Excuse For God Is That He Doesn't Exist.

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.

Yet For All That, There Is Nothing In Me Of A Founder Of A Religion--religions Are Affairs Of The Rabble; I Find It Necessary To Wash My Hands After I Have Come Into Contact With Religious People.

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.

What Can Everyone Do? Praise And Blame. This Is Human Virtue, This Is Human Madness.

Early In The Morning, At Break Of Day, In All The Freshness And Dawn Of One's Strength, To Read A Book -i Call That Vicious!

That A Person Cannot And Consequently Will Not Defend Himself, Does Not Yet Cast Disgrace Upon Him In Our Eyes ; But We Despise The Person Who Has Neither The Ability Nor The Good Will For Revenge Whether It Be A Man Or A Woman.

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