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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.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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The Transition From Religion

Friedrich Nietzsche

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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.

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Nobody Is So Constituted As To Be Able To Live Everywhere And Anywhere; And He Who Has Great Duties To Perform, Which Lay Claim Toall His Strength, Has, In This Respect, A Very Limited Choice. The Influence Of Climate Upon The Bodily Functionsextends So Far, That A Blunder In The Choice Of Locality And Climate Is Able Not Only To Alienate A Man From His Actual Duty, But Also To Withhold It From Him Altogether, So That He Never Even Comes Face To Face With It.

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.

The Aphorism, The Apothegm, In Which I Am The First Among The Germans To Be A Master, Are The Forms Of “eternity”; It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Everyone Else Says In A Book — What Everyone Else Does Not Say In A Book.

In Bach There Is Still Too Much Crude Christianity, Crude Germanism, Crude Scholasticism; He Stands On The Threshold Of European (modern) Music, But He Looks Back From There To The Middle Ages.

Whoever Possesses Abundant Joy Must Be A Good Man: But He Is Probably Not The Cleverest Man, Although He Achieves Exactly What It Is That The Cleverest Man Strives With All His Cleverness To Achieve.

He Who Strays From The Customary Becomes A Sacrifice To The Extraordinary; He Who Keeps To The Customary Becomes Its Slave. He Iscondemned To Perish In Either Case.

Heroism--that Is The Disposition Of A Man Who Aspires To A Goal Compared To Which He Himself Is Wholly Insignificant. Heroism Is The Good Will To Self-destruction.

Is It Better To Out-monster The Monster Or To Be Quietly Devoured?

Follow In The Footsteps Of Your Fathers' Virtue! How Could You Hope To Climb High Unless Your Fathers' Will Climbs With You?

If A Man Wishes To Become A Hero, Then The Serpent Must First Become A Dragon: Otherwise He Lacks His Proper Enemy.

I Conjure You, My Brethren, To Remain Faithful To Earth, And Do Not Believe Those Who Speak Unto You Of Super Terrestrial Hopes! Poisoners They Are, Whether They Know It Or Not.

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.

Happiness Is A Fata Morgana. The Only Way To Not End Up Unhappy Is To Not Long For Happiness.

I Will Make An Attempt To Attain Freedom, The Youthful Soul Says To Itself; And Is It To Be Hindered In This By The Fact That Two Nations Happen To Hate And Fight One Another, Or That Two Continents Are Separated By An Ocean, Or That All Around It A Religion Is Taught With Did Not Yet Exist A Couple Of Thousand Years Ago. All That Is Not You, It Says To Itself.

I Fear Animals Regard Man As A Creature Of Their Own Kind Which Has In A Highly Dangerous Fashion Lost Its Healthy Animal Reason - As The Mad Animal, As The Laughing Animal, As The Weeping Animal, As The Unhappy Animal.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

Whoever Knows He Is Deep Tries To Be Clear, But Whoever Wants To Seem Deep To The Crowd Tries To Be Obscure. For The Crowd Supposes That Anything It Cannot See To The Bottom Must Be Deep: It Is So Timid And Goes So Unwillingly Into The Water.

Live So That Thou Mayest Desire To Live Again - That Is Thy Duty - For In Any Case Thou Wilt Live Again!

Amor Fati – “love Your Fate”, Which Is In Fact Your Life.

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

There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand Me; I Am Not The Mouth For These Ears.

Let Us Beware Of Saying There Are Laws In Nature. There Are Only Necessities: There Is No One To Command, No One To Obey, No One To Transgress. When You Realize There Are No Goals Or Objectives, Then You Realize, Too, That There Is No Chance: For Only In A World Of Objectives Does The Word Chance Have Any Meaning.

The Living Is A Species Of The Dead; And Not A Very Attractive One.

The Apprentice And The Master Love The Master In Different Ways.

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