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There Is Nothing More Necessary Than Truth, And In Comparison With It Everything Else Has Only Secondary Value. This Absolute Will To Truth: What Is It? Is It The Will To Not Allow Ourselves To Be Deceived? Is It The Will Not To Deceive? One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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There Is Nothing More Necessary Than Truth, And In Comparison With It Everything Else Has Only Secondary Value. This Absolute Will To Truth: What Is It? Is It The Will To Not Allow Ourselves To Be Deceived? Is It The Will Not To Deceive? One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.

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You Lovers Of Knowledge! So What Have You Done Out Of Your Love Of Knowledge Up To Now? Have You Already Stolen And Murdered So As To Know How A Thief And A Murderer Feels?

The Best Way To Give Assistance To Those Who Are Deeply Embarrassed And To Calm Them Down Is To Praise Them Decisively.

There Is Not Sufficient Religion In The World Merely To Put An End To The Number Of Religions.

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.

The First Opinion That Occurs To Us When We Are Suddenly Asked About Something Is Usually Not Our Own But Only The Current One Pertaining To Our Class, Position, Or Parentage; Our Own Opinions Seldom Swim On The Surface.

One's Own Self Is Well Hidden From One's Own Self; Of All Mines Of Treasure, One's Own Is The Last To Be Dug Up.

Triumph Depends On A Roll Of Fate's Dice; The Ultimate Prize Is A Place In Heaven.

I Can Be Thrown By The Wayside, But I'm Looking At The Stars.

Every Attainment, Every Step Forward In Knowledge, Follows From Courage, From Hardness Against Oneself, From Cleanliness In Relation To Oneself.

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Do Not Be Deceived! The Busiest People Harbor The Greatest Weariness, Their Restlessness Is Weakness--they No Longer Have The Capacity For Waiting And Idleness.

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The Most General Deficiency In Our Sort Of Culture And Education Is Gradually Dawning On Me: No One Learns, No One Strives Towards, No One Teaches--enduring Loneliness.

Not Their Love Of Humanity, But The Impotence Of Their Love, Prevents The Christians Of Today - Burning Us.

Before The Effect One Believes In Different Causes Than One Does After The Effect.

In Song And Dance, Man Forgets How To Walk And Speak And Is On The Way Into Flying Into The Air, Dancing... His Very Gestures Express Enchantment.

What Was Silent In The Father Speaks In The Son, And Often I Found In The Son The Unveiled Secret Of The Father.

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live, Except By Going Under, For They Are Those Who Cross Over.

We Believe That We Know Something About The Things Themselves When We Speak Of Trees, Colors, Snow, And Flowers; And Yet We Possess Nothing But Metaphors For Things - Metaphors Which Correspond In No Way To The Original Entities.

Everything Good Is The Transmutation Of Something Evil: Every God Has A Devil For A Father.

And Those Who Were Seen Dancing Were Thought To Be Insane By Those Who Could Not Hear The Music.

The Most Fatal Seductive Lie That Has Yet Existed

Freedom Of Opinion Is Like Health; Both Are Individual, And No Good General Conception Can Be Set Up Of Either Of Them.

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

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.

Active, Successful Natures Act, Not According To The Maxim, "know Thyself," But As If Prompted By The Commandment: Will A Self, And So Become A Self.

Forgetting: That Is A Divine Capacity. And Whoever Aspires To The Heights And Wants To Fly Must Cast Off Much That Is Heavy And Make Himself Light--i Call It A Divine Capacity For Lightness.

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If It Is True To Say Of The Lazy That They Kill Time, Then It Is Greatly To Be Feared That An Era Which Sees Its Salvation In Public Opinion, This Is To Say Private Laziness, Is A Time That Really Will Be Killed: I Mean That It Will Be Struck Out Of The History Of The True Liberation Of Life. How Reluctant Later Generations Will Be To Have Anything To Do With The Relics Of An Era Ruled, Not By Living Men, But By Pseudo-men Dominated By Public Opinion.

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The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That He Always Lies.

Judgments, Value Judgments Concerning Life, For Or Against, Can In The Last Resort Never Be True: They Possess Value Only As Symptoms, They Come Into Consideration Only As Symptoms - In Themselves Such Judgments Are Stupidities.

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

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!

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Sharp And Mild, Dull And Keen, Well Known And Strange, Dirty And Clean, Where Both The Fool And Wise Are Seen: All This Am I, Have Ever Been, - In Me Dove, Snake And Swine Convene!

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One Ought To Hold On To One's Heart; For If One Lets It Go, One Soon Loses Control Of The Head Too.

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Art Depends Upon The Inexactitude Of Sight.

No Victor Believes In Chance.

Master-morality And Slave-morality.

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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The People We Keep Standing In The Anteroom Of Our Favor Either Start Fermenting Or Turn Sour.

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Time, Space, And Causality Are Only Metaphors Of Knowledge, With Which We Explain Things To Ourselves.

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

Against Boredom The Gods Themselves Fight In Vain.

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Everywhere Resoundeth The Voices Of Those Who Preach Death; And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Death Hath To Be Preached.

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Religious War Has Signified The Greatest Advance Of The Masses So Far, For It Proves That The Masses Have Begun To Treat Concepts With Respect.

The World Is A Work Of Art That Gives Birth To Itself.

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

The Finest And Healthiest Thing About Science Is, As In The Mountains, The Brisk Air Blowing Around In It.--the Spiritually Delicate (such As Artists) Shun And Slander Science Owing To This Air.

Enduring Habits I Hate.... Yes, At The Very Bottom Of My Soul I Feel Grateful To All My Misery And Bouts Of Sickness And Everything About Me That Is Imperfect, Because This Sort Of Thing Leaves Me With A Hundred Backdoors Through Which I Can Escape From Enduring Habits.

Natural Death Is Independent Of All Reason And Is Really An Irrational Death, In Which The Pitiable Substance Of The Shell Determines How Long The Kernel Is To Exist Or Not; In Which, Accordingly, The Stunted, Diseased And Dull Witted Jailer Is Lord, And Indicates The Moment At Which His Distinguished Prisoner Shall Die.

There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.

Poets And Writers Who Are In Love With The Superlative All Want To Do More Than They Can.

Not By Wrath Does One Kill, But By Laughter.

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Everything Matters. Nothing's Important.

Strength Is The Morality Of The Man Who Stands Out From The Rest, And It Is Mine.

Socrates And Plato Are Right: Whatever Man Does He Always Does Well, That Is, He Does That Which Seems To Him Good (useful) According To The Degree Of His Intellect, The Particular Standard Of His Reasonableness.

The Magnitude Of A Progress Is Gauged By The Greatness Of The Sacrifice That It Requires.

I Love Him Who Liveth In Order To Know, And Seeketh To Know In Order That The Superman May Hereafter Live. Thus Seeketh He His Own Down-going.

Everyone Carries Within Himself An Image Of Womanliness Derived From His Mother: It Is This That Determines Whether, On The Whole,he Will Revere Women, Or Despise Them, Or Remain Generally Indifferent To Them.

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

Pain Makes Hens And Poets Cackle.

Everyone Needs A Sense Of Shame, But No One Needs To Feel Ashamed.

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Most Thinkers Write Badly, Because They Communicate Not Only Their Thoughts, But Also The Thinking Of Them.

We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

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So Far There Has Been No Philosopher In Whose Hands Philosophy Has Not Grown Into An Apology For Knowledge; On This Point, At Least, Every One Is An Optimist, That The Greatest Usefulness Must Be Ascribed To Knowledge. They Are All Tyrannized Over By Logic, And This Is Optimism In Its Essence.

Hold A True Friend With Both Your Hands.

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Not He Is Great Who Can Alter Matter, But He Who Can Alter My State Of Mind.

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Modern Marriage Has Lost Its Meaning--consequently It Is Being Abolished.

Probability But No Truth, Facility But No Freedom--it Is Owing To These Two Fruits That The Tree Of Knowledge Cannot Be Confused With The Tree Of Life.

Disobedience- That Is The Nobility Of Slaves.

"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!

It Is Difficult To Preach, This Morality Of Mediocrity! It May Never Admit What It Is And What It Wants! It Must Speak About Restraint And Worth And Duty And Love Of One's Neighbor.

Pity Makes Suffering Contagious.

Genteel Women Suppose That Those Things Do Not Really Exist About Which It Is Impossible To Talk In Polite Company.

Whoever Has Looked Deeply Into The World Might Well Guess What Wisdom Lies In The Superficiality Of Men.

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.

What Doesn't Kill You, Only Makes You Stronger

Makes You Stronger

My Solitude Doesn’t Depend On The Presence Or Absence Of People; On The Contrary, I Hate Who Steals My Solitude Without, In Exchange, Offering Me True Company.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

Giving Style” To One’s Character - A Great And Rare Art! It Is Exercised By Those Who See All The Strengths And Weaknesses Of Their Own Natures And Then Comprehend Them In An Artistic Plan Until Everything Appears As Art And Reason And Even Weakness Delights The Eye.

New Ways I Go, A New Speech Comes To Me; Weary I Grow, Like All Creators, Of The Old Tongues. My Spirit No Longer Wants To Walk On Worn Soles.

Moralities And Religions Are The Principal Means By Which One Can Make Whatever One Wishes Out Of Man, Provided One Possesses A Superfluity Of Creative Forces And Can Assert One's Will Over Long Periods Of Time In The Form Of Legislation And Customs.

For Our Self Respect Depends Upon Our Ability To Make Requital, For Good Or For Evil.

That Little Hypocrites And Half-crazed People Dare To Imagine That On Their Account The Laws Of Nature Are Constantly Broken; Such An Enhancement Of Every Kind Of Selfishness To Infinity, To Impudence, Cannot Be Branded With Sufficient Contempt. And Yet Christianity Owes Its Triumph To This Pitiable Flattery Of Personal Vanity.

The "religion Of Pity" To Which People Would Like To Convert Us- Oh, We Know Well Enough The Hysterical Little Men And Women Who Need This Religion At Present As A Veil And An Adornment!

Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

Towards Gnats And Fleas We Should Show No Pity. We Would Do Right To Hang Petty Thieves, Petty Calumniators, And Slanderers.

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!

Jesus Died Too Soon. If He Had Lived To My Age He Would Have Repudiated His Doctrine.

Every Day I Count Wasted In Which There Has Been No Dancing.

I Have Been Casting Shadows All My Life Without Caring About How Deeply They Stain My Soul.

Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.

The Ordinary Man Is As Courageous And Invulnerable As A Hero When He Does Not Recognize Any Danger, When He Has No Eyes To See It.conversely, The Hero's Only Vulnerable Spot Is On His Back, And So Exactly Where He Has No Eyes.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

When One Gives Up The Christian Faith, One Pulls The Right To Christian Morality Out From Under One's Feet. This Morality Is By No Means Self-evident. Christianity Is A System, A Whole View Of Things Thought Out Together. By Breaking One Main Concept Out Of It, The Faith In God, One Breaks The Whole. It Stands Or Falls With Faith In God.

A Pair Of Powerful Spectacles Has Sometimes Sufficed To Cure A Person In Love.

Socialism Is The Phantastic Younger Brother Of Despotism, Which It Wants To Inherit. Socialism Wants To Have The Fullness Of State Force Which Before Only Existed In Despotism. ... However, It Goes Further Than Anything In The Past Because It Aims At The Formal Destruction Of The Individual ... Who ... Can Be Used To Improve Communities By An Expedient Organ Of Government.

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A Good Writer Possesses Not Only His Own Spirit But Also The Spirit Of His Friends.

They Call You Heartless; But You Have A Heart And I Love You For Being Ashamed To Show It.

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

In Some Remote Corner Of The Universe, Poured Out And Glittering Among Innumerable Solar Systems, There Once Was A Star On Which Clever Animals Invented Knowledge.

The Man Of Knowledge Must Be Able Not Only To Love His Enemies But Also To Hate His Friends.

Reckoned Physiologically, Everything Ugly Weakens And Afflicts Man. It Recalls Decay, Danger, Impotence; He Actually Suffers A Loss Of Energy In Its Presence. The Effect Of The Ugly Can Be Measured With A Dynamometer. Whenever Man Feels In Any Way Depressed, He Senses The Proximity Of Something Ugly. His Feeling Of Power, His Will To Power, His Courage, His Pride - They Decline With The Ugly, They Increase With The Beautiful.

To Be Natural Means To Dare To Be As Immoral As Nature Is.

Someone Said: "i Have Been Prejudiced Against Myself From My Earliest Childhood: Hence I Find Some Truth In All Blame And Some Stupidity In All Praise. I Generally Estimate Praise Too Poorly And Blame Too Highly.

You Highest Men Whom I Have Ever Seen! This Is My Suspicion About You And My Secret Laughter: I Guess That You Would Call My Superman--a Devil!

To Our Strongest Impulse, To The Tyrant In Us, Not Only Our Reason But Also Our Conscience Yields.

Around The Hero Everything Turns Into A Tragedy, Around The Demigod, A Satyr-play, And Around God--what? Perhaps A "world"?

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.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

Some Men Have Sighed Over The Abduction Of Their Wives, But Many More Have Sighed Because No One Wanted To Abduct Theirs.

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Marriage Marks The End Of Many Short Follies - Being One Long Stupidity.

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But He Who Is Hated By The People, As The Wolf By The Dogs - Is The Free Spirit, The Enemy Of Fetters, The Non-adorer, The Dweller In The Woods.

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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?

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