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To Demand Of Strength That It Should Not Express Itself As Strength, That It Should Not Be A Desire To Overcome, A Desire To Throw Down, A Desire To Become Master, A Thirst For Enemies And Resistances And Triumphs, Is Just As Absurd As To Demand Of Weakness That It Should Express Itself As Strength.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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To Demand Of Strength

Friedrich Nietzsche

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To Demand Of Strength That It Should Not Express Itself As Strength, That It Should Not Be A Desire To Overcome, A Desire To Throw Down, A Desire To Become Master, A Thirst For Enemies And Resistances And Triumphs, Is Just As Absurd As To Demand Of Weakness That It Should Express Itself As Strength.

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Because Men Really Respect Only That Which Was Founded Of Old And Has Developed Slowly, He Who Wants To Live On After His Death Must Take Care Not Only Of His Posterity But Even More Of His Past.

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People Who Feel Insecure In Social Situations Never Miss A Chance To Exhibit Their Dominance Over Close, Submissive Friends, Whomthey Put Down Publicly, In Front Of Everyone--by Teasing, For Example.

Verily, A Polluted Stream Is Man. One Must Actually Be A Sea To Take In A Polluted Stream Without Becoming Impure. Behold, I Teach You The Superman: He Is The This Sea, In Him Can Your Great Contempt Go Under.

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

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.

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

On All The Walls, Wherever Walls Exist, I Will Inscribe This Eternal Indictment Of Christianity--i Have Letters To Make Even Blindmen See.... I Call Christianity The Single Great Curse, The Single Great Innermost Depravity, The Single Great Instinct Of Revenge, For Which No Means Is Poisonous, Secretive, Subterranean, Small Enough--i Call It Mankind's Single Immortal Blemish.... And We Reckon Time From The Dies Nefastus With Which This Calamity Arose--following Christianity's First Day!--why Not Following Its Last Day, Instead?--following Today?--transvaluation Of All Values!

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Out Of Damp And Gloomy Days, Out Of Solitude, Out Of Loveless Words Directed At Us, Conclusions Grow Up In Us Like Fungus: One Morning They Are There, We Know Not How, And They Gaze Upon Us, Morose And Gray. Woe To The Thinker Who Is Not The Gardener But Only The Soil Of The Plants That Grow In Him.

The World Itself Is The Will To Power - And Nothing Else! And You Yourself Are The Will To Power - And Nothing Else!

What Is Evil?-whatever Springs From Weakness.

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

One Is Honest About Oneself Either With A Sense Of Shame Or With Vanity.

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.

Was Aus Liebe Getan Wird, Geschieht Immer Jenseits Von Gut Und Böse. (what Is Done Out Of Love Always Takes Place Beyond Good And Evil.)

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