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Thus The Man Who Is Responsive To Artistic Stimuli Reacts To The Reality Of Dreams As Does The Philosopher To The Reality Of Existence; He Observes Closely, And He Enjoys His Observation: For It Is Out Of These Images That He Interprets Life, Out Of These Processes That He Trains Himself For Life.

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Thus The Man Who Is Responsive To Artistic Stimuli Reacts To The Reality Of Dreams As Does The Philosopher To The Reality Of Existence; He Observes Closely, And He Enjoys His Observation: For It Is Out Of These Images That He Interprets Life, Out Of These Processes That He Trains Himself For Life.

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Underneath The Reality In Which We Live And Have Our Being, Another Altogether Different Reality Lies Concealed.

Behind Your Thoughts And Feelings, My Brother, There Stands A Mighty Ruler. An Unknown Sage - Whose Name Is Self. In Yourt Body He Dwells; He Is Your Body. There Is More Reason In Your Body Than In Your Best Wisdom.

Every Living Body Continuously Eliminates Feces, It Rejects What Is Not Serviceable To The Assimilating Organism: What Man Despises, What Arouses His Disgust, What He Calls Evil, Are Excrements.

Creation Is The Great Redemption From Suffering And All Life's Growing Light. But The Creator Must Be Suffering If Needed And Accept Much Change.

Books And Drafts Mean Something Quite Different For Different Thinkers. One Collects In A Book The Lights He Was Able To Steal And Carry Home Swiftly Out Of The Rays Of Some Insight That Suddenly Dawned On Him, While Another Thinker Offers Us Nothing But Shadows - Images In Black And Grey Of What Had Built Up In His Soul The Day Before.

All That Philosophers Have Handled For Millennia Has Been Conceptual Mummies; Nothing Actual Has Ever Escaped From Their Hands Alive.

I Love Him Who Laboureth And Inventeth, That He May Build The House For The Superman, And Prepare For Him Earth, Animal, And Plant: For Thus Seeketh He His Own Down-going.

Men Inadvertently Comport Themselves With Nobility When They Have Grown Accustomed To Wanting Nothing From Others And Always Giving To Them.

To Go On Vegetating In Cowardly Dependence On Physicians And Machinations, After The Meaning Of Life, The Right To Life, Has Been Lost, That Ought To Prompt A Profound Contempt In Society.

Meaning Of Life

Without Meaning, Without Substance, Without Aim: A Mere 'public Opinion'.

I Wish To Be At Any Time Hereafter Only A Yea-sayer!

Man, Full Of Emptiness And Torn Apart With Homesickness For The Desert Has Had To Create From Within Himself An Adventure, A Torture-chamber, An Unsafe And Hazardous Wilderness- This Fool, This Prisoner Consumed With Longing And Despair, Became The Inventor Of 'bad Conscience'.

No Artist Tolerates Reality.

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!

Ultimately, It Is The Desire, Not The Desired, That We Love.

To Live As I Incline, Or Not To Live At All: So Do I Wish; So Wisheth Also The Holiest. But Alas! How Have I Still - Inclination? Have I-still A Goal? A Haven Towards Which My Sail Is Set?a Good Wind? Ah, He Only Who Knoweth Whither He Saileth, Knoweth What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.what Still Remaineth To Me? A Heart Weary And Flippant; And Unstable Will; Fluttering Wings; A Broken Backbone.this Seeking For My Home: O Zarathustra, Dost Thou Know That This Seeking Hath Been My Home-sickening; It Eateth Me Up.

So Long As The Spectator Has To Figure Out The Meaning Of This Or That Person, Or The Presuppositions Of This Or That Conflict Of Inclinations And Purposes, He Cannot Become Completely Absorbed In The Activities And Sufferings Of The Chief Characters Or Feel Breathless Pity And Fear.

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

A Good Seat On A Horse Steals Away Your Opponent's Courage And Your Onlooker's Heart-what Reason Is There To Attack? Sit Like One Who Has Conquered?

A Life Without Music Is An Error.

Life Without Music

In A Certain State It Is Indecent To Live Longer.

Whoever Has Witnessed Another's Ideal Becomes His Inexorable Judge And As It Were His Evil Conscience.

We Belong To An Age Whose Culture Is In Danger Of Perishing Through The Means To Culture.

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.

We Are Praised Or Blamed, As The One Or The Other May Be Expedient, For Displaying To Advantage Our Power Of Discernment.

The Bite Of Conscience, Like The Bite Of A Dog Into A Stone, Is A Stupidity.

I Cook Every Chance In My Pot. And Only When It Is Cooked Through Do I Welcome It As My Food.

A Vocation Is The Backbone Of Life.

Life And Living

The Question Of Place And Climate Is Most Closely Related To The Question Of Nutrition. Nobody Is Free To Live Everywhere; And Whoever Has To Solve Great Problems That Challenge All His Strength Actually Has A Very Restricted Choice In This Matter. The Influence Of Climate On Our Metabolism, Its Retardation, Its Acceleration, Goes So Far That A Mistaken Choice Of Place And Climate Can Not Only Estrange A Man From His Task But Can Actually Keep It From Him: He Never Gets To See It.

"body Am I, And Soul" - So Saith The Child. And Why Should One Not Speak Like Children?

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.

The Concepts "soul", "spirit" And Last Of All The Concept "immortal Soul" Were Invented In Order To Despise The Body, In Order To Make It Sick - "holy" - In Order To Cultivate An Attitude Of Appalling Disrespect For All Things In Life Which Deserve To Be Treated Seriously I.

I Too Have Been In The Underworld, As Was Odysseus, And I Will Often Be There Again; Not Only Sheep Have I Sacrificed So As To Beable To Speak With A Few Dead Souls, But Neither Have I Spared My Own Blood As Well.

The Rising And Falling Of The Scales Of Pride And Humility Sustain The Brooding Mind As Well As The Alternations Of Desire And Peace Of The Soul.

Actual Philosophers... Are Commanders And Law-givers: They Say "thus It Shall Be!", It Is They Who Determine The Wherefore And Whither Of Mankind, And They Possess For This Task The Preliminary Work Of All The Philosophical Laborers, Of All Those Who Have Subdued The Past - They Reach For The Future With Creative Hand, And Everything That Is Or Has Been Becomes For Them A Means, An Instrument, A Hammer.

Mozart, The Last Chord Of A Centuries-old Great European Taste.

No Shepherd And One Herd! Everybody Wants The Same, Everybody Is The Same: Whoever Feels Different Goes Voluntarily Into A Madhouse.

Idleness Is The Parent Of Psychology.

One Has To Pay Dearly For Immortality; One Has To Die Several Times While One Is Still Alive.

There Are No Limits To God's Compassion With Paradises Over Their One Universally Felt Want: He Immediately Created Other Animals Besides. God's First Blunder: Man Didn't Find The Animals Amusing, - He Dominated Them And Didn't Even Want To Be An 'animal.'

Be Generous In Nature And Thought; For This Wins Respect And Gives Confidence And Power.

Indeed, At Hearing The News That 'the Old God Is Dead', We Philosophers And 'free Spirits' Feel Illuminated By A New Dawn; Our Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Amazement, Forebodings, Expectation - Finally The Horizon Seems Clear Again, Even If Not Bright; Finally Our Ships May Set Out Again, Set Out To Face Any Danger; Every Daring Of The Lover Of Knowledge Is Allowed Again; The Sea, Our Sea, Lies Open Again; Maybe There Has Never Been Such An 'open Sea'.

What Is Bad? All That Proceeds From Weakness

The Architect Represents Neither A Dionysian Nor An Apollinian Condition: Here It Is The Mighty Act Of Will, The Will Which Moves Mountains, The Intoxication Of The Strong Will, Which Demands Artistic Expression. The Most Powerful Men Have Always Inspired The Architects; The Architect Has Always Been Influenced By Power.

And So While Dreams Are The Individual Man's Play With Reality, The Sculptor's Art Is (in A Broader Sense) The Play With Dreams.

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

A Few Hours' Mountain Climbing Make Of A Rogue And A Saint Two Fairly Equal Creatures. Tiredness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity - And Sleep Finally Adds To Them Liberty.

When Good Friends Praise A Gifted Person He Often Appears To Be Delighted With Them Out Of Politeness And Goodwill, But In Reality He Feels Indifferent.

Against Boredom The Gods Themselves Fight In Vain.

A Noble Soul Is Not The One That Can Manage The Highest Flights But The One That Rises Very Little And Falls Very Little But Always Dwells In A Free, Resplendent Atmosphere And Altitude.

If One Seeks Relief From Unbearable Pressure, One Is To Eat Hashish.

What Is Genius?- To Aspire To A Lofty Aim And To Will The Means To That Aim.

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.

The Problem Of Culture Is Seldom Grasped Correctly. The Goal Of A Culture Is Not The Greatest Possible Happiness Of A People, Noris It The Unhindered Development Of All Their Talents; Instead, Culture Shows Itself In The Correct Proportion Of These Developments. Its Aim Points Beyond Earthly Happiness: The Production Of Great Works Is The Aim Of Culture.

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

Whoever Gives Advice To The Sick Gains A Sense Of Superiority Over Them, No Matter Whether His Advice Is Accepted Or Rejected. That Is Why Sick People Who Are Sensitive And Proud Hate Their Advisors Even More Than Their Illnesses.

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 Past Is Worth Condemning.

And You Tell Me, Friends, That There Is No Disputing Taste And Tasting? But All Life Is A Dispute Over Taste And Tasting!

In Every Real Man A Child Is Hidden That Wants To Play.

Jealous Is Every Virtue Of The Others, And A Dreadful Thing Is Jealousy. Even Virtues May Succumb By Jealousy.

If You Buy The Why, The How Is Infinitely Bearable

Life Is A Well Of Joy; But For Those Out Of Whom An Upset Stomach Speaks, Which Is The Father Of Melancholy, All Wells Are Poisoned.

The Germans Are Like Women, You Can Scarcely Ever Fathom Their Depths - They Haven't Any.

The Radical Hostility, The Deadly Hostility Against Sensuality, Is Always A Symptom To Reflect On: It Entitles Us To Suppositions Concerning The Total State Of One Who Is Excessive In This Manner.

What Was Formerly Merely Sickly Now Becomes Indecent : It Is Indecent To Be A Christian Today.

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.

Aphorisms Should Be Peaks - And Those Who Are Addressed, Tall And Lofty. The Air Thin And Pure, Danger Near, And The Spirit Full Of Gay Sarcasm: These Go Well Together.

You Must Be Ready To Burn Yourself In Your Own Flame; How Could You Rise Anew If You Have Not First Become Ashes?

The Criminal Type Is The Type Of The Strong Human Being Under Unfavorable Circumstances: A Strong Human Being Made Sick.

Every One Being Allowed To Learn To Read, Ruineth In The Long Run Not Only Writing But Also Thinking.

I Notice That Autumn Is More The Season Of The Soul Than Of Nature.

There Will Be But Few People Who, When At A Loss For Topics Of Conversation, Will Not Reveal The More Secret Affairs Of Their Friends.

The 'kingdom Of God' Is Not Something One Waits For; It Has No Yesterday Or Tomorrow, It Does Not Come 'in A Thousand Years' It Is An Experience Within A Heart; It Is Everywhere, It Is Nowhere.

And Many Such Good Inventions Are There, That They Are Like Woman's Breasts: Useful At The Same Time, And Pleasant.

The Final Reward Of The Dead - To Die No More

Conversation With A Friend Will Only Bear Good Fruit Of Knowledge When Both Think Only Of The Matter Under Consideration And Forget That They Are Friends.

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.

Morality In Europe Today Is Herd-morality

We Ought To Face Our Destiny With Courage.

A Good Aphorism Is Too Hard For The Tooth Of Time, And Is Not Worn Away By All The Centuries, Although It Serves As Food For Every Epoch.

There Is An Innocence In Lying Which Is The Sign Of Good Faith In A Cause.

Without The Errors Involved In The Assumptions Of Ethics, Man Would Have Remained An Animal. Thus Has He Taken Himself As Something Higher And Imposed Rigid Laws Upon Himself.

Whatever We Think About And Question A Lot Becomes Questionable.

My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

All Idealism Is Falsehood In The Face Of Necessity.

Only You Must Have Worthy Foes Hate, But Not Enemies Worthy Of Contempt. You Must Be Proud Of Your Enemy.

The Voice Of Beauty Speaks Softly; It Creeps Only Into The Most Fully Awakened Souls

Sensuality Often Makes Love Grow Too Quickly, So That The Root Remains Weak And Is Easy To Pull Out.

The Earth Is Like The Breasts Of A Woman: Useful As Well As Pleasing.

When Our Brain Feels Too Weak To Deal With Our Opponent's Objections, Our Heart Answers By Casting Suspicion On Their Underlying Motives.

Artists May Here Have A More Subtle Scent: They Know Only Too Well That It Is Precisely When They Cease To Act 'voluntarily' And Do Everything Of Necessity That Their Feeling Of Freedom, Subtlety, Fullness Of Power, Creative Placing, Disposing, Shaping Reaches Its Height - In Short, That Necessity And 'freedom Of Will' Are Then One In Them.

We Criticize A Thinker More Acutely When He Advances A Proposition That Is Disagreeable To Us; And Yet It Would Be More Reasonableto Do So When His Proposition Is Agreeable To Us.

Such Men Alone Are My Readers, My Proper Readers, My Preordained Readers. Of What Account Are The Rest? The Rest Are Simply... Humanity. One Must Be Superior To Humanity In Power, In Loftiness Of Soul- In Contempt.

We Set No Special Value On The Possession Of A Virtue Until We Percieve That It Is Entirely Lacking In Our Adversary.

How Much Truth Does A Spirit Endure, How Much Truth Does It Dare?

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

Even The Bravest Only Rarely Have Courage For What They Really Know.

Where The Good Begins.- Where The Poor Power Of The Eye Can No Longer See The Evil Impulse As Such Because It Has Become Too Subtle, Man Posits The Realm Of Goodness; And The Feeling That We Have Now Entered The Realm Of Goodness Excites All Those Impulses Which Had Been Threatened And Limited By The Evil Impulses, Like The Feeling Of Security, Of Comfort, Of Benevolence. Hence, The Duller The Eye, The More Extensive The Good. Hence The Eternal Cheerfulness Of The Common People And Of Children. Hence The Gloominess And Grief - Akin To A Bad Conscience - Of The Great Thinkers.

Those People Have No Real Interest In A Science Who Only Begin To Get Excited About It When They Themselves Have Made Discoveries In It.

The Preponderance Of Pain Over Pleasure Is The Cause Of Our Fictitious Morality And Religion.

What Was A Lie In The Father Becomes A Conviction In The Son.

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.

Instruments And Playthings Are Sense And Spirit: Behind Them There Is Still The Self. The Self Seeketh With The Eyes Of The Senses, It Hearkeneth Also With The Ears Of The Spirit.

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.

Your God Is Dead And Only The Ignorant Weep. And If You Claim There Is A Hell, Then We Shall Meet There!

Yes, Life Is A Woman!

Faith Actually Moves No Mountains, But Instead Raises Them Up Where There Were None Before.

The Desire To Annoy No One, To Harm No One, Can Equally Well Be The Sign Of A Just As Of An Anxious Disposition.

Many Die Too Late, And Some Die Too Early. Yet Strangers Soundeth The Precept: "die At The Right Time!"

Every Great Love Brings With It The Cruel Idea Of Killing The Object Of Its Love So That It May Be Removed Once And For All From The Wicked Game Of Change: For Love Dreads Change Even More Than Annihilation.

We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers, The Grass, And The Butterflies As The Child Is Who Is Not Yet So Much Taller Than They Are. We Adults, On The Other Hand, Have Outgrown Them And Have To Lower Ourselves To Stoop Down To Them. It Seems To Me That The Grass Hates Us When We Confess Our Love For It. Whoever Would Partake Of All Good Things Must Understand How To Be Small At Times.

Christians Call It Faith ... I Call It The Herd.

I Mistrust All Systematizers And Avoid Them. The Will To A System Is A Lack Of Integrity.

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!

He Who Fights Too Long Against Dragons Becomes A Dragon Himself; And If You Gaze Too Long Into The Abyss, The Abyss Will Gaze Into You.

The Consequences Of Our Actions Take Hold Of Us, Quite Indifferent To Our Claim That Meanwhile We Have 'improved.

One Can Promise Actions, But Not Feelings, For The Latter Are Involuntary. He Who Promises To Love Forever Or Hate Forever Or Be Forever Faithful To Someone Is Promising Something That Is Not In His Power.

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.

Nothing On Earth Consumes A Man More Quickly Than The Passion Of Resentment.

Everything In Woman Hath A Solution. It Is Called Pregnancy.

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

We Must Learn To Love, Learn To Be Kind, And This From The Earliest Youth; If Education Or Chance Give Us No Opportunity To Practice These Feelings, Our Soul Becomes Dry And Unsuited Even To Understanding The Tender Inventions Of Loving People.

The Quality Of A Marriage Is Proven By Its Ability To Tolerate An Occasional "exception.

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.

One Sticks To An Opinion Because He Prides Himself On Having Come To It On His Own, And Another Because He Has Taken Great Pains To Learn It And Is Proud To Have Grasped It: And So Both Do So Out Of Vanity.

I Have Never Come Across Someone Who Could Inspire More Respect Than The Greek Philosophers.

Belief In Form, But Disbelief In Content - That's What Makes An Aphorism Charming.

Behind A Remarkable Scholar We Not Infrequently Find An Average Human Being, And Behind An Average Artist We Often Find A Very Remarkable Human Being.

All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Mankind.

Desire For Power

Deception, Flattering, Lying, Deluding, Talking Behind The Back, Putting Up A False Front, Living In Borrowed Splendor, Wearing A Mask, Hiding Behind Convention, Playing A Role For Others And For Oneself -- In Short, A Continuous Fluttering Around The Solitary Flame Of Vanity -- Is So Much The Rule And The Law Among Men That There Is Almost Nothing Which Is Less Comprehensible Than How An Honest And Pure Drive For Truth Could Have Arisen Among Them.

A Thing Can Only Live Through A Pious Illusion.

Here The Ways Of Men Divide. If You Wish To Strive For Peace Of Soul And Happiness, Then Believe; If You Wish To Be A Disciple Of Truth, Then Inquire.

Different Types Of Dangerous Lives-you Have No Idea What You Are Living Through; You Rush Through Life As If You Were Drunk And Now And Then Fall Down Some Staircase. But Thanks To Your Drunkenness You Never Break A Limb; Your Muscles Are Too Relaxed And Your Brain Too Benighted For You To Find The Stones Of These Stairs As Hard As We Do.

The Danger Of Our Culture.- We Belong To A Period Of Which The Culture Is In Danger Of Being Destroyed By The Appliances Of Culture.

Scholars Who Become Politicians Are Usually Assigned The Comic Role Of Having To Be The Good Conscience Of State Policy.

Art Is The Great Stimulus To Life.

Whoever Does Not Know How To Find The Way To His Ideal Lives More Frivolously And Impudently Than The Man Without An Ideal.

Metaphysical World.- It Is True, There Could Be A Metaphysical World; The Absolute Possibility Of It Is Hardly To Be Disputed. We Behold All Things Through The Human Head And Cannot Cut Off This Head; While The Question Nonetheless Remains What Of The World Would Still Be There If One Had Cut It Off.

I Have Learned To Walk: Since Then I Have Run. I Have Learned To Fly: Since Then I Do Not Have To Be Pushed In Order To Move. Now I Am Nimble, Now I Fly, Now I See Myself Under Myself, Now A God Dances Within Me.

Pity Is The Most Pleasant Feeling In Those Who Have Not Much Pride And Have No Prospect Of Great Conquests; For Them The Easy Prey - And That Is What All Who Suffer Are - Is Enchanting.

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

"state," I Call It, Where They All Drink Poison, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Lose Themselves, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Call Their Slow Suicide-"life."

Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

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

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.

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.

The Way To Transmute Your Iron Duty Into Gold In Everyone's Eyes Is This: Always Deliver More Than You Promise.

What, Then Is Truth?... Truths Are Illusions About Which One Has Forgotten That This Is What They Are.

Having A Talent Is Not Enough: One Must Also Have Your Permission To Have It--right, My Friends?

Evolution Does Not Make Happiness Its Goal; It Aims Simply At Evolution And Nothing Else.

The Word 'christianity' Is Already A Misunderstanding - In Reality There Has Been Only One Christian, And He Died On The Cross.

Evaluation Is Creation: Hear It, You Creators! Evaluating Is Itself The Most Valuable Treasure Of All That We Value. It Is Only Through Evaluation That Value Exists: And Without Evaluation The Nut Of Existence Would Be Hollow. Hear It, You Creators!

Not To Him Who Is Offensive To Us Are We Most Unfair, But To Him Who Doth Not Concern Us At All.

One Day Soon You Will Meet A Man, And He Will Rise Like A Phoenix From The Ashes, And It Is My Greatest Hope That He Will Not Give You Syphilis.

Knowledge Kills Action; Action Requires The Veils Of Illusion.

And Let That Day Be Lost To Us On Which We Did Not Dance Once! And Let That Wisdom Be False To Us That Brought No Laughter With It!

The Overman...who Has Organized The Chaos Of His Passions, Given Style To His Character, And Become Creative. Aware Of Life's Terrors, He Affirms Life Without Resentment.

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

Whatever Is Gold Does Not Glitter. A Gentle Radiance Belongs To The Noblest Metal.

When You Stare Into An Abyss For A Long Time, The Abyss Also Stares Into You.

The Rights A Man Arrogates To Himself Are Related To The Duties He Imposes On Himself, To The Tasks To Which He Feels Equal. The Great Majority Of Men Have No Right To Existence, But Are A Misfortune To Higher Men.

He That Writeth In Blood And Proverbs Doth Not Want To Be Read, But Learnt By Heart.

Whoever Wants To Set A Good Example Must Add A Grain Of Foolishness To His Virtue: Then Others Can Imitate And Yet At The Same Time Surpass The One They Imitate-which Human Beings Love To Do.

Free From What? What Does That Matter To Zarathustra! Clearly, However, Shall Your Eye Show To Me: Free For What?

One Begins To Mistrust Very Clever People When They Become Embarrassed.

What An Age Experiences As Evil Is Usually An Untimely Reverberation Echoing What Was Previously Experienced As Good--the Atavismof An Older Ideal.

Only Ideas Won By Walking Have Any Value.

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

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

One Is Most Dishonest To One's God: He Is Not Allowed To Sin.

The Idealist Is Incorrigible: If He Is Thrown Out Of His Heaven He Makes An Ideal Of His Hell.

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.

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.

That Which Intoxicates, The Sensually Ecstatic, The Sudden Surprise, The Urge To Be Profoundly Stirred At Any Price -- Dreadful Tendencies!

A Great Value Of Antiquity Lies In The Fact That Its Writings Are The Only Ones That Modern Men Still Read With Exactness.

For Out Of Fear And Need Each Religion Is Born, Creeping Into Existence On The Byways Or Reason.

Assuming That Rapture Is Nature's Play With Man, The Dionysian Artist's Creative Activity Is The Play With Rapture.

A Thinker Sees His Own Actions As Experiments And Questions--as Attempts To Find Out Something. Success And Failure Are For Him Answers Above All.

There Are Various Eyes. Even The Sphinx Has Eyes: And As A Result There Are Various Truths, And As A Result There Is No Truth.

Whoever Despises Himself Nonetheless Respects Himself As One Who Despises.

A Woman's Pity, Which Is Talkative, Carries The Sick Person's Bed To The Public Marketplace.

If You Know The Why, You Can Live Any How.

I Am Alone Again And I Want To Be So; Alone With The Pure Sky And Open Sea.

Art Is Essentially The Affirmation, The Blessing, And The Deification Of Existence.

Unpleasant, Even Dangerous, Qualities Can Be Found In Every Nation And Every Individual: It Is Cruel To Demand That The Jew Be An Exception. In Him, These Qualities May Even Be Dangerous And Revolting To An Unusual Degree; And Perhaps The Young Stock-exchange Jew Is Altogether The Most Disgusting Invention Of Mankind.

I Am Almost Equal To A Shadow.

Crude Men Who Feel Themselves Insulted Tend To Assess The Degree Of Insult As High As Possible, And Talk About The Offense In Greatly Exaggerated Language, Only So They Can Revel To Their Heart's Content In The Aroused Feelings Of Hatred And Revenge.

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.

People Who Live In An Age Of Corruption Are Witty And Slanderous; They Know That There Are Other Kinds Of Murder Than By Dagger Or Assault; They Also Know That Whatever Is Well Said Is Believed.

Humility Has The Toughest Hide.

If Ye Would Go Up High, Then Use Your Own Legs! Do Not Get Yourselves Carried Aloft; Do Not Seat Yourselves On Other People's Backs And Heads!

Art Is Not Merely An Imitation Of The Reality Of Nature, But In Truth A Metaphysical Supplement To The Reality Of Nature, Placed Alongside Thereof For Its Conquest.

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.

Good Writers Have Two Things In Common: They Prefer To Be Understood Rather Than Admired; And They Do Not Write For Knowing And Over-acute Readers.

A Person Unlearns Arrogance When He Knows He Is Always Among Worthy Human Beings; Being Alone Fosters Presumption. Young People Are Arrogant Because They Always Associate With Their Own Peers, Those Who Are All Really Nothing But Who Would Like To Be Very Important.

Error Has Made Animals Into Men; Is Truth In A Position To Make Men Into Animals Again?

Sometimes It Just Takes Stronger Eyeglasses To Cure Those Who Are In Love--and Someone With The Ability To Imagine A Face Or A Figure Twenty Years Older Might Perhaps Pass Through Life Quite Undisturbed.

Thus Do I Want Man And Woman To Be: The One Fit To Wage War And The Other Fit To Give Birth, But Both Fit To Dance With Head And Feet.

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