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The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

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Against War One Might Say That It Makes The Victor Stupid And The Vanquished Malicious. In Its Favor, That In Producing These Two Effects It Barbarizes, And So Makes The Combatants More Natural. For Culture It Is A Sleep Or A Wintertime, And Man Emerges From It Stronger For Good And For Evil.

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Love, Too, Has To Be Learned.

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

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The Unlucky Hand Dealt To Clear And Precise Writers Is That People Assume They Are Superficial And So Do Not Go To Any Trouble Inreading Them: And The Lucky Hand Dealt To Unclear Ones Is That The Reader Does Go To Some Trouble And Then Attributes The Pleasure He Experiences In His Own Zeal To Them.

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

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The Author Must Keep His Mouth Shut When His Work Starts To Speak.

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When Art Dresses Itself In The Most Worn-out Material It Is Most Easily Recognized As Art.

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

No Honey Is Sweeter Than That Of Knowledge.

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Mistrust Those In Whom The Urge To Punish Is Strong.

You Tell Me: 'life Is Hard To Bear.' But If It Were Otherwise Why Should Ou Have Your Pride In The Morning Nad Your Resignation In The Evening?

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

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

A Small Revenge Is More Human Than No Revenge At All.

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Necessity Is An Interpretation, Not A Fact.

Yet Tell Me, My Brothers: If A Goal For Humanity Is Still Lacking, Is There Not Still Lacking--humanity Itself?

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By Means Of Music The Very Passions, Enjoy Themselves.

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God Is Dead; But Given The Way Of Men, There May Still Be Caves For Thousands Of Years In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown. And We - We Still Have To Vanquish His Shadow, Too.

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It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Others Say In A Whole Book.

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

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All Truth Is Crooked, Time Itself Is A Circle

It Is The Privilege Of Greatness To Confer Intense Happiness With Insignificant Gifts.

What Then In The Last Resort Are The Truths Of Mankind? They Are The Irrefutable Errors Of Mankind.

We Do Not By Any Means Think It Desirable That The Kingdom Of Righteousness And Peace Should Be Established On Earth (because Under Any Circumstances It Would Be The Kingdom Of The Profoundest Mediocrity And Chinaism); We Rejoice In All Men, Who Like Ourselves Love Danger, War And Adventure, Who Do Not Make Compromises, Nor Let Themselves Be Captured, Conciliated And Stunted; We Count Ourselves Among The Conquerors; We Ponder Over The Need Of A New Order Of Things, Even Of A New Slavery For Every Strengthening And Elevation Of The Type "man" Also Involves A New Form Of Slavery.

Physiologists Should Think Before Putting Down The Instinct Of Self-preservation As The Cardinal Instinct Of An Organic Being. A Living Thing Seeks Above All To Discharge Its Strength--life Itself Is Will To Power; Self-preservation Is Only One Of The Indirect And Most Frequent Results.

At Times, Our Strengths Propel Us So Far Forward We Can No Longer Endure Our Weaknesses And Perish From Them.

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.

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.

This Is What Is Hardest: To Close The Open Hand Because One Loves.

Inspirational Love

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

The Deeper Minds Of All Ages Have Had Pity For Animals.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding

It Is Nothing But Fanaticism And Beautiful Soulism To Expect Very Much (or Even, Much Only) From Humanity When It Has Forgotten How To Wage War.

Talking Much About Oneself Can Also Be A Means To Conceal Oneself.

Impoliteness Is Frequently The Sign Of An Awkward Modesty That Loses Its Head When Surprised And Hopes To Conceal This With Rudeness.

A Book Full Of Brilliance Imparts Some Of It Even To Its Opponents.

One Must Learn To Love Oneself With A Wholesome And Healthy Love, So That One Can Bear To Be With Oneself And Need Not Roam.

I Am Too Inquisitive, Too Skeptical, Too Arrogant, To Let Myself Be Satisfied With An Obvious And Crass Solution Of Things. God Is Such An Obvious And Crass Solution; A Solution Which Is A Sheer Indelicacy To Us Thinkers - At Bottom He Is Really Nothing But A Coarse Commandment Against Us: Ye Shall Not Think!

Necessity Is Not A Fact; It's An Interpretation.

As Soon As We Climb Higher Than Those Who Had At One Time Admired Us, We Appear To Them As Though We Have Sunken And Fallen Down:for, In Any Event, They Had At One Time Supposed That They Were With Us (even If It Were Through Us) On The Heights.

Enjoy Life. This Is Not A Dress Rehearsal.

Ultimately, No One Can Extract From Things, Books Included, More Than He Already Knows.

When There Is A Choice About It, A Great Sacrifice Is Preferable To A Small Sacrifice, Because We Compensate Ourselves For A Greatone With Self-admiration, Which Is Not Possible With A Small One.

What Makes Us Heroic?--confronting Simultaneously Our Supreme Suffering And Our Supreme Hope.

The Wreckage Of Stars - I Built A World From This Wreckage.

Pity Aims Just As Little At The Pleasure Of Others As Malice At The Pain Of Others Per-se.

...one Can Speak With The Utmost Clearness, And Yet Not Be Heard By Anyone.

Men After Death ... Are Understood Worse Than Men Of The Moment, But Heard Better.

Morality Is: The Mediocre Are Worth More Than The Exceptions ... I Abhore Christianity With A Deadly Hatred.

All Idealism Is Falsehood In The Face Of Necessity.

Marriage: That I Call The Will Of Two To Create The One Who Is More Than Those Who Created It.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.

The Sensible Author Writes For No Other Posterity Than His Own--that Is, For His Age--so As To Be Able Even Then To Take Pleasurein Himself.

The Saying, "the Magyar Is Much Too Lazy To Be Bored," Is Worth Thinking About. Only The Most Subtle And Active Animals Are Capable Of Boredom.--a Theme For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom On The Seventh Day Of Creation.

Man Is A Rope, Tied Between Beast And Overman — A Rope Over An Abyss.

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?

These Four, However, Seek The Freedom Of Their Will At The Very Point Where They Are Most Securely Chained. It Is As If The Silkworm Sought Freedom Of Will In Spinning. What Is The Reason?

One Can Only Be Silent And Sit Peacefully When One Hath Arrow And Bow; Otherwise One Prateth And Quarrelleth. Let Your Peace Be A Victory!

Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black Ignorance.

All Names Of Good And Evil Are Images; They Do Not Speak Out, They Only Hint. He Is A Fool Who Seeks Knowledge From Them.

A Vocation Is The Backbone Of Life.

Life And Living

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.

The Devotion Of The Greatest Is To Encounter Risk And Danger, And Play Dice For Death.

What? A Great Man? I Only Ever See The Ape Of His Own Ideal.

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

Rather Perish Than Hate And Fear, And Twice Rather Perish Than Make Oneself Hated And Feared — This Must Some Day Become The Highest Maxim For Every Single Commonwealth.

Whereas The Man Of Action Binds His Life To Reason And Its Concepts So That He Will Not Be Swept Away And Lost, The Scientific Investigator Builds His Hut Right Next To The Tower Of Science So That He Will Be Able To Work On It And To Find Shelter For Himself Beneath Those Bulwarks Which Presently Exist.

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

Every Virtue Inclines To Stupidity, Every Stupidity To Virtue; "stupid To The Point Of Sanctity," They Say In Russia, - Let Us Be Careful Lest Out Of Pure Honesty We Eventually Become Saints And Bores!

Remain Faithful To The Earth, My Brothers, With The Power Of Your Virtue. Let Your Gift-giving Love And Your Knowledge Serve The Meaning Of The Earth. Thus I Beg And Beseech You. Do Not Let Them Fly Away From Earthly Things And Beat With Their Wings Against Eternal Walls. Alas, There Has Always Been So Much Virtue That Has Flown Away. Lead Back To The Earth The Virtue That Flew Away, As I Do—back To The Body, Back To Life, That It May Give The Earth A Meaning, A Human Meaning.

So Far No One Had Had Enough Courage And Intelligence To Reveal Me To My Dear Germans. My Problems Are New, My Psychological Horizon Frighteningly Comprehensive, My Language Bold And Clear; There May Well Be No Books Written In German Which Are Richer In Ideas And More Independent Than Mine.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Freely Chosen, Death At The Right Time, Brightly And Cheerfully Accomplished Amid Children And Witnesses: Then A Real Farewell Is Still Possible, As The One Who Is Taking Leave Is Still There; Also A Real Estimate Of What One Has Wished, Drawing The Sum Of One's Life--all In Opposition To The Wretched And Revolting Comedy That Christianity Has Made Of The Hour Of Death.

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