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This Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More; And There Will Be Nothing New In It, But Every Pain And Every Joy And Every Thought And Sigh And Everything Unutterably Small Or Great In Your Life Will Have To Return To You, All In The Same Succession And Sequence - Even This Spider And This Moonlight Between The Trees, And Even This Moment And I Myself. The Eternal Hourglass Of Existence Is Turned Upside Down Again And Again, And You With It, Speck Of Dust!

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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This Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More; And There Will Be Nothing New In It, But Every Pain And Every Joy And Every Thought And Sigh And Everything Unutterably Small Or Great In Your Life Will Have To Return To You, All In The Same Succession And Sequence - Even This Spider And This Moonlight Between The Trees, And Even This Moment And I Myself. The Eternal Hourglass Of Existence Is Turned Upside Down Again And Again, And You With It, Speck Of Dust!

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Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

To Be Moral, Correct, And Virtuous Is To Be Obedient To An Old Established Law And Custom.

Hope In Reality Is The Worst Of All Evils Because It Prolongs The Torments Of Man.

It Is Not Things, But Opinions About Things That Have Absolutely No Existence, Which Have So Deranged Mankind!

It Is Always Consoling To Think Of Suicide: In That Way One Gets Through Many A Bad Night.

The Highest Type Of Free Men Should Be Sought Where The Highest Resistance Is Constantly Overcome: Five Steps From Tyranny, Close To The Threshold Of The Danger Of Servitude.

The Advocates Of A Criminal Are Seldom Artists Enough To Turn The Beautiful Terribleness Of The Deed To The Advantage Of The Doer.

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

One Often Contradicts An Opinion When What Is Uncongenial Is Really The Tone In Which It Was Conveyed.

Everything That Has Been Is Eternal: The Sea Will Wash It Up Again.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

Again And Again

In The End Things Must Be As They Are And Have Always Been--the Great Things Remain For The Great, The Abysses For The Profound, The Delicacies And Thrills For The Refined, And, To Sum Up Shortly, Everything Rare For The Rare.

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!

Here The Spirit Becomes A Lion Who Would Conquer His Freedom And Be Master… Who Is The Great Dragon Whom The Spirit Will No Longer Call Lord And Go? ‘thou Shalt’ Is The Name Of The Great Dragon. But The Spirit Of The Lion Says, ‘i Will.

Courageous, Unconcerned, Scornful, Coercive - So Wisdom Wisheth Us; She Is A Woman, And Ever Loveth Only A Warrior.

But The Worst Enemy You Can Meet Will Always Be Yourself; You Lie In Wait For Yourself In Caverns And Forests. Lonely One, You Are Going The Way To Yourself! And Your Way Goes Past Yourself, And Past Your Seven Devils! You Will Be A Heretic To Yourself And Witch And Soothsayer And Fool And Doubter And Unholy One And Villain. You Must Be Ready To Burn Yourself In Your Own Flame: How Could You Become New, If You Had Not First Become Ashes?

Egoism Is The Law Of Perspective Applied To Feelings: What Is Closest Appears Large And Weighty, And As One Moves Farther Away Size And Weight Decrease.

We Are Always In Our Own Company.

Rejoicing In Our Joy, Not Suffering Over Our Suffering, Makes Someone A Friend.

Love Ever Your Neighbour As Yourselves - But First Be Such As Love Themselves.

I Love The Great Despisers Because They Are The Great Adorers.

No One Talks More Passionately About His Rights Than He Who In The Depths Of His Soul Doubts Whether He Has Any

Something Might Be True While Being Harmful And Dangerous In The Highest Degree. Indeed, It Might Be A Basic Characteristic Of Existence That Those Who Know It Completely Would Perish, In Which Case The Strength Of A Spirit Should Be Measured According To How Much Of The 'truth' One Could Still Barely Endure- Or To Put It More Clearly, To What Degree One Would Require It To Be Thinned Down, Shrouded, Sweetened, Blunted, Falsified.

Those Who Are Devoid Of Purpose Will Make The Void Their Purpose.

The Domestication (the Culture) Of Man Does Not Go Deep--where It Does Go Deep It At Once Becomes Degeneration (type: The Christian). The 'savage' (or, In Moral Terms, The Evil Man) Is A Return To Nature--and In A Certain Sense His Recovery, His Cure From 'culture'.

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?

Weariness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity-and Finally Liberty Is Bestowed By Sleep.

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.

One Must Need To Be Strong, Otherwise One Will Never Become Strong.

If We Possess A Why Of Life We Can Put Up With Almost Any How.

For A Significant Man Woman, The One Thought He Values Greatly, To The Laughter And Scorn Of Insignificant Men, Is A Key To Hidden Treasure Chambers; For Those Others, It Is Nothing But A Piece Of Old Iron.

What Saved Me Then? Nothing But Pregnancy. And Each Time After I Had Given Birth To My Work My Life Hung Suspended By A Thin Thread.

What Is Good? All That Enhances The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, And Power Itself In Man. What Is Bad? — All That Proceeds From Weakness. What Is Happiness? — The Feeling That Power Is Increasing — That Resistance Has Been Overcome.

What Destroys A Man More Quickly Than To Work, Think And Feel Without Inner Necessity, Without Any Deep Personal Desire, Without Pleasure - As A Mere Automaton Of Duty?

If You Buy The Why, The How Is Infinitely Bearable

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

The Love Of Indulgence Is Rooted In The Depths Of A Man's Heart. His Soul Would Prefer To Share The Excessive And Unrestrained; But His Soul Cannot Love.

It's Not The Intensity Of The Man, But The Duration Of His Intensity That Makes The Man Great.

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

This Woman Is Beautiful And Clever: But How Much Cleverer She Would Have Become If She Were Not Beautiful!

Resistance - That Is The Distinction Of The Slave. Let Your Distinction Be Obedience. Let Your Commanding Itself Be Obeying!

You Cannot Learn To Fly By Flying. First You Must Learn To Walk, To Run, To Climb, To Dance.

Do You Call Yourself Free? It Is Your Ruling Thought That I Would Hear, And Not That You Have Escaped From A Yoke.

What Is Bad? All That Proceeds From Weakness

What Is Wanted - Whether This Is Admitted Or Not - Is Nothing Less Than A Fundamental Remolding, Indeed Weakening And Abolition Of The Individual: One Never Tires Of Enumerating And Indicating All That Is Evil And Inimical, Prodigal, Costly, Extravagant In The Form Individual Existence Has Assumed Hitherto, One Hopes To Manage More Cheaply, More Safely, More Equitably, More Uniformly If There Exist Only Large Bodies And Their Members.

I Have Learned To Walk: Ever Since, I Let Myself Run. I Have Learned To Fly: Ever Since, I Do Not Want To Be Pushed Before Moving Along.

There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.

Discontent Is The Seed Of Ethics.

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

One Who Has A Why Can Endure Anyhow.

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

One Who Dresses In Rags That Have Been Washed Clean Dresses Cleanly To Be Sure, But Raggedly Nonetheless.

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

Pathetic Attitudes Are Not In Keeping With Greatness.

Yet Where Is Your Inner Value When You No Longer Know What It Is To Breathe Freely; When You No Longer Have Freedom Over Your Own Selves

If We Train Our Conscience, It Kisses Us While It Hurts

Sometimes We Owe A Friend To The Lucky Circumstance That We Give Him No Cause For Envy.

There Are No Beautiful Surfaces Without A Terrible Depth.

The Most Spiritual Men, As The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Their Destruction: In The Labyrinth, In Hardness Against Themselves And Others, In Experiments. Their Joy Is Self-conquest: Asceticism Becomes In Them Nature, Need, And Instinct. Difficult Tasks Are A Privilege To Them; To Play With Burdens That Crush Others, A Recreation. Knowledge-a Form Of Asceticism. They Are The Most Venerable Kind Of Man: That Does Not Preclude Their Being The Most Cheerful And The Kindliest.

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For Those Who Need Consolation No Means Of Consolation Is So Effective As The Assertion That In Their Case No Consolation Is Possible: It Implies So Great A Degree Of Distinction That They At Once Hold Up Their Heads Again.

Every High Degree Of Power Always Involves A Corresponding Degree Of Freedom From Good And Evil.

Prejudice Of The Learned. - The Learned Judge Correctly That People Of All Ages Have Believed They Know What Is Good And Evil, Praise- And Blameworthy. But It Is A Prejudice Of The Learned That We Now Know Better Than Any Other Age.

The Stronger Becomes Master Of The Weaker, In So Far As The Latter Cannot Assert Its Degree Of Independence Here There Is No Mercy, No Forbearance, Even Less A Respect For "laws.

There Is Only A Perspective Seeing, Only A Perspective 'knowing'; And The More Affects We Allow To Speak About One Thing, The More Eyes, Different Eyes, We Can Use To Observe One Thing, The More Complete Will Our 'concept' Of This Thing, Our 'objectivity,' Be.

When Death Brings At Last The Desired Forgetfulness, It Abolishes Life And Being Together, And Sets The Seal On The Knowledge That "being" Is Merely A Continual "has Been," A Thing That Lives By Denying And Destroying And Contradicting Itself.

It Quite Often Happens That The Old Man Is Subject To The Delusion Of A Great Moral Renewal And Rebirth, And From This Experience He Passes Judgments On The Work And Course Of His Life, As If He Had Only Now Become Clear-sighted; And Yet The Inspiration Behind This Feeling Of Well-being And These Confident Judgements Is Not Wisdom, But Weariness .

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

Assuming That He Believes At All, The Everyday Christian Is A Pitiful Figure, A Man Who Really Cannot Count Up To Three, And Who Besides, Precisely Because Of His Mental Incompetence, Would Not Deserve Such A Punishment As Christianity Promises Him.

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

There Is A Lake That One Day Refused To Flow Away And Threw Up A Dam At The Place Where It Had Before Flowed Out And Since Then This Lake Has Always Risen Higher And Higher. Perhaps The Very Act Of Renunciation Provides Us With The Strength To Bear It ; Perhaps Man Will Rise Ever Higher And Higher When He No Longer Flows Out Into A God.

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.

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

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!

When I Seek Another Word For 'music', I Never Find Any Other Word Than 'venice'

It Says Nothing Against The Ripeness Of A Spirit That It Has A Few Worms.

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.

Every Step Forward Is Made At The Cost Of Mental And Physical Pain To Someone.

What Doesn't Kill You Make You Stronger.

Makes You Stronger

The Sexes Deceive Themselves About One Another: The Reason Being That At Bottom They Honor And Love Only Themselves (or Their Ownideal, To Express It More Agreeably). Thus Man Wants Woman To Be Peaceable--but Woman Is Essentially, Like The Cat, Not Peaceable, However Well She May Have Trained Herself To Assume The Appearance Of Peace.

Whoever Feels Predestined To See And Not To Believe Will Find All Believers Too Noisy And Pushy: He Guards Against Them.

Pity Is The Most Agreeable Feeling Among Those Who Have Little Pride And No Prospects Of Great Conquests.

All Signs Of Superhuman Nature Appear In Man As Illness Or Insanity.

The Wheel And The Brake Have Different Duties, But Also One In Common: To Hurt One Another.

A Certain Type Of Person Strives To Become A Master Over All, And To Extend His Force, His Will To Power, And To Subdue All That Resists It. But He Encounters The Power Of Others, And Comes To An Arrangement, A Union, With Those That Are Like Him: Thus They Work Together To Serve The Will To Power. And The Process Goes On.

Working Together

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.

There Is Nothing Very Odd About Lambs Disliking Birds Of Prey, But This Is No Reason For Holding It Against Large Birds Of Prey That They Carry Off Lambs. And When The Lambs Whisper Among Themselves, "these Birds Of Prey Are Evil, And Does This Not Give Us A Right To Say That Whatever Is The Opposite Of A Bird Of Prey Must Be Good," There Is Nothing Intrinsically Wrong With Such An Argument-though The Birds Of Prey Will Look Somewhat Quizzically And Say, We Have Nothing Against These Good Lambs; In Fact, We Love Them; Nothing Tastes Better Than A Tender Lamb.

He Who Denies His Own Vanity Usually Possesses It In So Brutal A Form That He Instinctively Shuts His Eyes To Avoid The Necessity Of Despising Himself.

The So Called Unconscious Inferences Can Be Traced Back To The All-preserving Memory, Which Presents Us With Parallel Experiences And Hence Already Knows The Consequences Of An Action. It Is Not Anticipation Of The Effects; Rather, It Is The Feeling: Identical Causes, Identical Effects . . .

Necessity Is An Interpretation, Not A Fact.

Every Man In Creating The Beautiful Appearance Of The Dream Worlds Is A Perfect Artist.

In Intercourse With Scholars And Artists One Readily Makes Mistakes Of Opposite Kinds: In A Remarkable Scholar One Not Infrequently Finds A Mediocre Man; And Often, Even In A Mediocre Artist, One Finds A Very Remarkable Man.

I Might Believe In The Redeemer If His Followers Looked More Redeemed.

Carlyle, A Man Of Strong Words And Attitudes, A Rhetorician Out Of Necessity, Constantly Aroused By The Craving For A Strong Faithas Well As By The Feeling Of An Incapacity For It (min This Respect A Typical Romantic!).... Fundamentally, Carlyle Is An English Atheist Who Makes It A Point Of Honor Not To Be One.

Quidquid Luce Fuit Tenebris Agit: But Also The Other Way Around. What We Experience In Dreams, So Long As We Experience It Frequently, Is In The End Just As Much A Part Of The Total Economy Of Our Soul As Anything We "really" Experience: Because Of It We Are Richer Or Poorer, Are Sensitive To One Need More Or Less, And Are Eventually Guided A Little By Our Dream-habits In Broad Daylight And Even In The Most Cheerful Moments Occupying Our Waking Spirit.

I Am Zarathustra The Godless: Where Shall I Find My Equal? All Those Who Give Themselves Their Own Will And Renounce All Submission, They Are My Equals.

To Live Is To Suffer, To Survive Is To Find Some Meaning In The Suffering.

World Suffering

[heraclitus' Language] Dispenses With Lightness And Artificial Decoration, Foremost Out Of Disgust For Humanity And Out Of [his Own] Defiant Feeling.

Our Destiny Rules Over Us, Even When We Are Not Yet Aware Of It; It Is The Future That Makes Laws For Our Today.

There Is More Wisdom In Your Body Than In Your Deepest Philosophy.

The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That He Always Lies.

A Man Who Whinnies With Noisy Laughter, Surpasses All The Animals In Vulgarity.

I Looked For Great Men, But All I Found Were The Apes Of Their Ideals.

In Architecture The Pride Of Man, His Triumph Over Gravitation, His Will To Power, Assume A Visible Form. Architecture Is A Sort Of Oratory Of Power By Means Of Forms.

Sometimes People Don't Want To Hear The Truth Because They Don't Want Their Illusions Destroyed.

That Grand Drama In A Hundred Acts, Which Is Reserved For The Next Two Centuries Of Europe-the Most Terrible, Most Questionable And Perhaps Also The Most Hopeful Of All Dramas.

It Is Within Your Power To See That All You Have Experienced, Trials, Errors, Faults, Deceptions, Passions, Your Love And Your Hope, Shall Be Merged Wholly In Your Aim.

Nobody Can Build The Bridge For You To Walk Across The River Of Life, No One But You Yourself Alone. There Are, To Be Sure, Countless Paths And Bridges And Demi-gods Which Would Carry You Across This River; But Only At The Cost Of Yourself; You Would Pawn Yourself And Lose. There Is In The World Only One Way, On Which Nobody Can Go, Except You: Where Does It Lead? Do Not Ask, Go Along With It.

Idleness Is The Beginning Of All Psychology. What? Could It Be That Psychology Is ? A Vice?

I Want To Know Whether You Are A Person Devoted To Creating Or To Exchanging In Some Respect Or Other: As A Creator You Belong Tothe Free, As An Exchanger You Are Their Slave And Instrument.

The Noble Type Of Man Feels Himself To Be The Determiner Of Values, He Does Not Need To Be Approved Of, He Judges 'what Harms Me Is Harmful In Itself', He Knows Himself To Be That Which In General Accords Honour To Things, He Creates Values.

As A Result, Nature Is Something Entirely Different From What Comes To Mind When We Invoke Its Name.

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.

One Must Repay Good And Ill; But Why Just To The Person Who Did Us Good Or Ill?

Anything Which Is A Living And Not A Dying Body... Will Have To Be An Incarnate Will To Power, It Will Strive To Grow, Spread, Seize, Become Predominant - Not From Any Morality Or Immorality But Because It Is Living And Because Life Simply Is Will To Power... 'exploitation'... Belongs To The Essence Of What Lives, As A Basic Organic Function; It Is A Consequence Of The Will To Power, Which Is After All The Will To Life.

However Much We May Feel For The Misery Of Someone Close To Us, We Always Act With Some Artificiality In Their Presence. We Hold-back From Telling Them Everything We Think, Often Because We Do Not Genuinely Mean What We Say; Or Because We Take A Pleasure In Their Plight, Thankful That We Are Not Affected.

Convictions Are Prisons.

Art Is The Highest Task And The Proper Metaphysical Activity Of This Life.

To Learn From Our Enemies Is The Best Pathway To Loving Them: For It Makes Us Grateful To Them.

I Feel All Those Human Beings To Be Pernicious Who Can No Longer Oppose What They Love: They Thereby Ruin The Best Things And People.

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

The Great Wars Of The Present Age Are The Effects Of The Study Of History.

Against Boredom Even Gods Struggle In Vain.

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.

The Governments Of The Great States Have Two Instruments For Keeping The People Dependent, In Fear And Obedience: A Coarser, The Army; And A More Refined, The School.

Like Tourists Huffing And Puffing To Reach The Peak We Forget The View On The Way Up.

God Is A Thought Who Makes Crooked All That Is Straight.

I Could Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance... And Now A God Dances Through Me.

Thou Seekest Disciples? Then Thou Seekest Ciphers.

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

Whatever We Think About And Question A Lot Becomes Questionable.

Vanity Is The Fear Of Appearing Original: It Is Thus A Lack Of Pride, But Not Necessarily A Lack Of Originality.

There Still Shines The Most Important Nuance By Virtue Of Which The Noble Felt Themselves To Be Men Of A Higher Rank. They Designate Themselves Simply By Their Superiority In Power (as "the Powerful," "the Masters," "the Commanders") Or By The Most Clearly Visible Signs Of This Superiority, For Example, As "the Rich," "the Possessors" (this Is The Meaning Of 'arya,' And Of Corresponding Words In Iranian And Slavic).

You Must Climb Above Yourself-up And Beyond, Until You Have Even Your Stars Under You.

Great Men's Errors Are To Be Venerated As More Fruitful Than Little Men's Truths.

But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Always Come Once More.

I Was In Darkness, But I Took Three Steps And Found Myself In Paradise. The First Step Was A Good Thought, The Second, A Good Word; And The Third, A Good Deed.

Experience, As A Desire For Experience, Does Not Come Off. We Must Not Study Ourselves While Having An Experience.

It Is A Prejudice To Think That Morality Is More Favourable To The Development Of Reason Than Immorality.

If You Want Me To Believe In Your Redeemer, You Are Going To Have To Look A Lot More Redeemed.

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

The World Is Beautiful, But Has A Disease Called Man.

They Devour Each Other And Cannot Even Digest Themselves.

Your Only Problem, Perhaps, Is That You Scream Without Letting Yourself Cry.

Do Whatever You Will, But First Be Such As Are Able To Will.

The Good Displeases Us When We Are Not Up To It.

He Who Attains His Ideal, Precisely Thereby Surpasses It.

I Fear That, With Our Current Veneration For The Natural And The Real, We Have Arrived At The Opposite Pole To All Idealism, And Have Landed In The Region Of The Waxworks.

Every Virtue Has Its Privilege: For Example, That Of Contributing Its Own Little Bundle Of Wood To The Funeral Pyre Of One Condemned.

Knowing Things Halfway Is A Greater Success Than Knowing Things Completely: It Takes Things To Be Simpler Than They Really Are Andso Makes Its Opinions More Easily Understandable And Persuasive.

What Is Wrong With Christianity Is That It Refrains From Doing All Those Things That Christ Commanded Should Be Done.

At Heart I Am A Warrior.

We Deceive Ourselves When Giving Respect To The Person For Whom We Have Surrendered Ourselves, When We Respectively Expect Them To Be As We Would Wish Them To Be.

I Love Him Who Justifieth The Future Ones, And Redeemeth The Past Ones: For He Is Willing To Succumb Through The Present Ones.

Sometimes All You Need To Do To Win Clever People Over To A Principle Is To Present It In The Form Of A Shocking Paradox.

I Fly In Dreams, I Know It Is My Privilege, I Do Not Recall A Single Situation In Dreams When I Was Unable To Fly. To Execute Every Sort Of Curve And Angle With A Light Impulse, A Flying Mathematics - That Is So Distinct A Happiness That It Has Permanently Suffused My Basic Sense Of Happiness.

...lust Is Only A Sweet Poison For The Weakling, But For Those Who Will With A Lion's Heart It Is The Reverently Reserved Wine Of Wines.

With Deep Men, As With Deep Wells, It Takes A Long Time For Anything That Falls Into Them To Hit Bottom. Onlookers, Who Almost Never Wait Long Enough, Readily Suppose That Such Men Are Callous And Unresponsive--or Even Boring.

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?

There Are The Spiritually Consumptive Ones: Hardly Are They Born When They Begin To Die, And Long For Doctrines Of Lassitude And Renunciation.

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

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

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.

Not The Intensity But The Duration Of High Feelings Makes High Men.

He Who Bestows Something Great Receives No Gratitude; For In Accepting It The Recipient Has Already Been Weighed Down Too Much.

I Am The Leading Strings Of The Ego And The Prompter Of Its Concepts.

We Should Conserve Evil Just As We Should Conserve The Forests. It Is True That By Thinning And Clearing The Forests The Earth Grew Warmer.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

I Desire That Your Conjectures Should Not Reach Beyond Your Creative Will. Could You Create A God? Then Do Not Speak To Me Of Any Gods.

There Cannot Be A God Because If There Were One, I Could Not Believe That I Was Not He.

For A Tree To Become Tall It Must Grow Tough Roots Among The Rocks.

Even The Most Beautiful Scenery Is No Longer Assured Of Our Love After We Have Lived In It For Three Months, And Some Distant Coast Attracts Our Avarice: Possessions Are Generally Diminished By Possession.

It Is Our Needs That Interpret The World; Our Drives And Their For And Against. Every Drive Is A Kind Of Lust To Rule; Each One Has Its Perspective That It Would Like To Compel All Other Drives To Accept As A Norm.

Great Indebtedness Does Not Make Men Grateful, But Vengeful; And If A Little Charity Is Not Forgotten, It Turns Into A Gnawing Worm.

Verily, I Do Not Want To Be Like The Ropemakers: They Drag Out Their Threads And Always Walk Backwards.

Knowing Who You Are

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.

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

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.

The World Was Conquered Through The Understanding Of Dogs; The World Exists Through The Understanding Of Dogs.

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.

The Press, The Machine, The Railway, The Telegraph Are Premises Whose Thousand-year Conclusion No One Has Yet Dared To Draw.

Whatever Is Profound Loves Masks; What Is Most Profound Even Hates Image And Parable.

Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be Hated; But Not Foes To Be Despised: Ye Must Be Proud Of Your Foes.

And So, Onwards... Along A Path Of Wisdom, With A Hearty Tread, A Hearty Confidence.. However You May Be, Be Your Own Source Of Experience. Throw Off Your Discontent About Your Nature. Forgive Yourself Your Own Self. You Have It In Your Power To Merge Everything You Have Lived Through- False Starts, Errors, Delusions, Passions, Your Loves And Your Hopes- Into Your Goal, With Nothing Left Over.

History Is Nothing More Than The Belief In The Senses, The Belief In Falsehood.

The Purpose Of Punishment Is To Improve Those Who Do The Punishing--that Is The Final Recourse Of Those Who Support Punishment.

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

On The Tree, Future, We Build Our Nest; And In Our Solitude Eagles Shall Bring Us Nourishment In Their Beaks!

Women's Modesty Generally Increases With Their Beauty.

We Must Take Precautions Against Being Prematurely Honed Sharp--since At The Same Time We Are Being Prematurely Honed Thin.

I Condemn Christianity; I Bring Against The Christian Church The Most Terrible Of All Accusations That An Accuser Has Ever Had In His Mouth. It Is, To Me, The Greatest Of All Imaginable Corruptions; It Seeks To Work The Ultimate Corruption, The Worse Possible Corruption. The Christian Church Has Left Nothing Untouched By Its Depravity; It Has Turned Every Value Into Worthlessness, And Every Truth Into A Lie, And Every Integrity Into Baseness Of Soul.

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.

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.

It Is Our Taste That Decides Against Christianity Now, No Longer Our Reasons.

The Best Weapon Against An Enemy Is Another Enemy.

O My Brothers, Am I Then Cruel? But I Say: That Which Is Falling Should Also Be Pushed!

Acknowledge Your Will And Speak To Us All, "this Alone Is What I Will To Be!" Hang Your Own Penal Code Up Above You: We Want To Be Its Enforcers!

No Man Ever Wrote More Eloquently And Luminously [than Heraclitus].

Every God-man Created His Own God: And There Is No Worse Enmity On Earth Than That Between Gods.

In The Whole Of The New Testament There Is Not One Joke, That Fact Alone Would Invalidate Any Book.

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