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We Grow Hostile To Many An Artist Or Writer, Not Because We Finally Come To See He Has Deceived Us, But Because He Thought No Subtler Means Were Required To Ensnare Us.

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We Grow Hostile To Many An Artist Or Writer, Not Because We Finally Come To See He Has Deceived Us, But Because He Thought No Subtler Means Were Required To Ensnare Us.

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

Perhaps Man Will Rise Ever Higher As Soon As He Ceases To Flow Out Into A God.

How Much Rationality And Higher Protection There Is In Such Self-deception, And How Much Falseness I Still Require In Order To Allow Myself Again And Again The Luxury Of My Sincerity.

There Are Preachers Of Death: And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Desistance From Life Must Be Preached.

Beggars Should Be Entirely Abolished! Truly, It Is Annoying To Give To Them And Annoying Not To Give To Them.

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.

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Look Not Into The Sun! Even The Moon Is Too Bright For Your Nocturnal Eyes!

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.

Whoever Aims Publicly At Great Things And At Length Perceives Secretly That He Is Too Weak To Achieve Them, Has Usually Also Insufficient Strength To Renounce His Aims Publicly, And Then Inevitably Becomes A Hypocrite.

The Doctrine Of Equality! ... But There Is No More Venomous Poison In Existence: For It Appears To Be Preached By Justice Itself, When It Is Actually The End Of Justice ... "equality To The Equal; Inequality To The Unequal" That Would Be True Justice Speaking: And Its Corollary, "never Make The Unequal Equal".

Justice Equality

You May Lie With Your Mouth, But With The Mouth You Make As You Do So You None The Less Tell The Truth.

The Trodden Worm Curls Up. This Testifies To Its Caution. It Thus Reduces Its Chances Of Being Trodden Upon Again. In The Language Of Morality: Humility.

The Unlucky Hand Dealt To Clear And Precise Writers Is That People Assume They Are Superficial And So Do Not Go To Any Trouble Inreading Them: And The Lucky Hand Dealt To Unclear Ones Is That The Reader Does Go To Some Trouble And Then Attributes The Pleasure He Experiences In His Own Zeal To Them.

Every Word Is A Prejudice.

When A Nation Is On The Downward Path, When It Feels Its Belief In Its Own Future, Its Hope Of Freedom Slipping From It, When It Begins To See Submission As A First Necessity And The Virtues Of Submission As Measures Of Self-preservation, Then It Must Overhaul Its God.

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

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

Over Immense Periods Of Time The Intellect Produced Nothing But Errors. A Few Of These Proved To Be Useful And Helped To Preserve The Species: Those Who Hit Upon Or Inherited These Had Better Luck In Their Struggle For Themselves And Their Progeny. Such Erroneous Articles Of Faith... Include The Following: That There Are Things, Substances, Bodies; That A Thing Is What It Appears To Be; That Our Will Is Free; That What Is Good For Me Is Also Good In Itself.

Now Know I Well What People Sought Formerly Above All Else When They Sought Teachers Of Virtue. Good Sleep They Sought For Themselves, And Poppy-head Virtues To Promote It! To All Those Be-lauded Sages Of The Academic Chairs, Wisdom Was Sleep Without Dreams: They Knew No Higher Significance Of Life. Even At Present, To Be Sure, There Are Some Like This Preacher Of Virtue, And Not Always So Honorable: But Their Time Is Past. And Not Much Longer Do They Stand: There They Already Lie. Blessed Are Those Drowsy Ones: For They Shall Soon Nod To Sleep.-thus Spoke Zarathustra.

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Necessity Is Not An Established Fact, But An Interpretation.

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A Degree Of Culture, And Assuredly A Very High One, Is Attained When Man Rises Above Superstitions And Religious Notions And Fears, And, For Instance, No Longer Believes In Guardian Angels Or In Original Sin, And Has Also Ceased To Talk Of The Salvation Of His Soul.

The Superman Is The Meaning Of The Earth. Let Your Will Say: The Superman Is To Be The Meaning Of The Earth! I Beseech You, My Brothers, Be True To The Earth, And Do Not Believe Those Who Speak To You Of Otherworldly Hopes! They Are Poisoners, Whether They Know It Or Not.

The Shortest Route Is Not The Most Direct One, But Rather The One Where The Most Favorable Winds Swell Our Sails:mthat Is The Lesson That Seafarers Teach. Not To Abide By This Lesson Is To Be Obstinate: Here, Firmness Of Character Is Tainted With Stupidity.

At A Certain Place In Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, For Example, He Might Feel That He Is Floating Above The Earth In A Starry Dome, With The Dream Of Immortality In His Heart; All The Stars Seem To Glimmer Around Him, And The Earth Seems To Sink Ever Deeper Downwards.

Many People, Especially Women, Never Experience Boredom Because They Have Never Learned To Work Properly.

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.

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

Linguistic Danger To Spiritual Freedom.- Every Word Is A Prejudice.

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

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.

Every Word Has Its Fragrance: There Is A Harmony And A Disharmony Of Fragrances, And Hence Of Words.

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.

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Whenever I Climb I Am Followed By A Dog Called 'ego'.

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

What Is It That You Love In Others?--my Hopes.

If That Glad Message Of Your Bible Were Written In Your Faces, You Would Not Need To Demand Belief In The Authority Of That Book In Such Stiff-necked Fashion.

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What Is More Harmful Than Any Vice? Practical Sympathy And Pity For All The Failures And All The Weak : Christianity.

But By My Love And Hope I Beseech You: Do Not Throw Away The Hero In Your Soul! Hold Holy Your Highest Hope!

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Good Deeds Shun The Light As Anxiously As Evil Deeds: The Latter Fear That Disclosure Will Bring On Pain (as Punishment), While The Former Fear That Disclosure Will Take Away Pleasure (that Pure Pleasure, That Pleasure Per Se, Which Immediately Ceases Once The Vanity's Satisfaction Is Added).

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I Could Dispense With Nothing When I Created The Superman. His Seed Still Carries All Your Evil And Falsehood, Your Lies And Yourignorance.

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What Do You Plan To Do In The Land Of The Sleepers? You Have Been Floating In A Sea Of Solitude, And The Sea Has Borne You Up. At Long Last, Are You Ready For Dry Land? Are You Ready To Drag Yourself Ashore?

The Noble Man Honours In Himself The Powerful One, Him Also Who Has Power Over Himself, Who Knows How To Speak And How To Keep Silence, Who Takes Pleasure In Subjecting Himself To Severity And Hardness, And Has Reverence For All That Is Severe And Hard.

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.

Go Up Close To Your Friend, But Do Not Go Over To Him! We Should Also Respect The Enemy In Our Friend.

“evil Men Have No Songs.” How Is It, Then, That The Russians Have Songs?

So Long As Men Praise You, You Can Only Be Sure That You Are Not Yet On Your Own True Path But On Someone Else's.

Envy And Jealousy Are The Private Parts Of The Human Soul. Perhaps The Comparison Can Be Extended.

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.

Mastery Has Been Achieved When One Neither Makes A Mistake Nor Hesitates In The Performance.

I Want To Learn More And More To See As Beautiful What Is Necessary In Things; Then I Shall Be One Of Those Who Make Things Beautiful. Amor Fati: Let That Be My Love Henceforth! I Do Not Want To Wage War Against What Is Ugly. I Do Not Want To Accuse; I Do Not Even Want To Accuse Those Who Accuse. Looking Away Shall Be My Only Negation. And All In All And On The Whole: Some Day I Wish To Be Only A Yes-sayer.

What Is Great In Man Is That He Is A Bridge And Not A Goal: What There Is To Love In Man Is That He Is A Going-over And A Going-under.

It Is Far Pleasanter To Injure And Afterwards Beg Forgiveness Than To Be Injured And Grant Forgiveness. He Who Does The Former Gives Evidence Of Power And Afterwards Of Kindness Of Character.

I Despise Mystics, They Fancy Themselves So Deep, When They Aren't Even Superficial.

Has A Woman Who Knew She Was Well-dressed Ever Caught A Cold?

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

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.

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

People Buy Their Necessities In Shops And Have To Pay Dearly For Them Because They Have To Assist In Paying For What Is Also On Sale There But Only Rarely Finds Purchasers: The Luxury And Amusement Goods. So It Is That Luxury Continually Imposes A Tax On The Simple People Who Have To Do Without It.

In Christianity Neither Morality Nor Religion Come Into Contact With Reality At Any Point.

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

The Destiny Of The Human Race Is To Widen The Gap Separating It From The Lower Races Of Animals. Any Code Of Morality Which Retains Its Permanence And Authority After The Conditions Of Existence Which Gave Rise To It Have Changed, Works Against This Upward Progress Of Man.

When A Man Is Ill His Very Goodness Is Sickly.

For Nothing Is More Democratic Than Logic; It Is No Respecter Of Persons And Makes No Distinction Between Crooked And Straight Noses.

Who Is Better, They Who Promote Truth Over Happiness, Or Happiness Over Truth?

Emerson Is A Person Who Lives Instinctively On Ambrosia - And Leaves Everything Indigestible On His Plate.

The Value Of Life Itself Cannot Be Estimated.

Is Life Not A Thousand Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?

There Are Horrible People Who, Instead Of Solving A Problem, Tangle It Up And Make It Harder To Solve For Anyone Who Wants To Deal With It. Whoever Does Not Know How To Hit The Nail On The Head Should Be Asked Not To Hit It At All.

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.

The Value Of A Thing Sometimes Lies Not In What One Attains With It, But In What One Pays For It - What It Costs Us

There Is One Thing One Has To Have Either A Soul That Is Cheerful By Nature, Or A Soul Made Cheerful By Work, Love, Art, And Knowledge.

Every Society Has A Tendency To Reduce It's Opponents To Caricatures.

Are You Genuine? Or Just An Actor? A Representative? Or What It Is That Is Represented?-in The End, You Might Merely Be Someone Mimicking An Actor ... Second Question Of Conscience.

Error Has Made Man So Deep, Sensitive, And Inventive That He Has Put Forth Such Blossoms As Religions And Arts. Pure Knowledge Could Not Have Been Capable Of It.

Completely True To Nature!' - What A Lie: / How Could Nature Ever Be Constrained Into A Picture? / The Smallest Bit Of Nature Is Infinite! / And So He Paints What He Likes About It. / And What Does He Like? He Likes What He Can Paint!

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

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

One Must Renounce The Bad Taste Of Wishing To Agree With Many People.

Everything Which Distinguishes Man From The Animals Depends Upon This Ability To Volatilize Perceptual Metaphors In A Schema, And Thus To Dissolve An Image Into A Concept.

Reason" In Language - Oh, What An Old Deceptive Female She Is! I Am Afraid We Are Not Rid Of God Because We Still Have Faith In Grammar.

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

You Who Hate The Jews So, Why Did You Adopt Their Religion?

God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. Yet His Shadow Still Looms. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers?

Immortal Is The Moment When I Engendered The Recurrence. For The Sake Of This Moment I Bear The Recurrence.

What Someone Is, Begins To Be Revealed When His Talent Abates, When He Stops Showing Us What He Can Do.

The Pure Soul Is A Pure Lie.

Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me At Home; Blue Are My Hands With His Friendly Handshaking

It Was Christianity, With Its Heartfelt Resentment Against Life, That First Made Something Unclean Of Sexuality: It Threw Filth On The Origin, On The Essential Fact Of Our Life.

But This People Has Deliberately Made Itself Stupid, For Nearly A Millennium: Nowhere Have The Two Great European Narcotics, Alcohol And Christianity, Been Abused More Dissolutely.

Consider The Cattle, Grazing As They Pass You By. They Do Not Know What Is Meant By Yesterday Or Today, They Leap About, Eat, Rest, Digest, Leap About Again, And So From Morn Till Night And From Day To Day, Fettered To The Moment And Its Pleasure Or Displeasure, And Thus Neither Melancholy Nor Bored. [...] A Human Being May Well Ask An Animal: 'why Do You Not Speak To Me Of Your Happiness But Only Stand And Gaze At Me?' The Animal Would Like To Answer, And Say, 'the Reason Is I Always Forget What I Was Going To Say' - But Then He Forgot This Answer Too, And Stayed Silent.

Your Highest Thought, However, Ye Shall Have It Commanded Unto You By Me - And It Is This: Man Is Something That Is To Be Surpassed.

We Should Turn Our Death Into A Celebration, Even If Only Out Of A Malice Towards Life: Towards The Woman Who Wants To Leave--us!

Why Couldn't The World That Concerns Us- Be A Fiction? And If Somebody Asked, 'but To Be A Fiction There Surely Belongs An Author?'- Couldn't One Answer Simply: 'why? Doesn't This "belongs" Perhaps Belong To The Fiction, Too?'

One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.

What If God Were Not Exactly Truth, And If This Could Be Proved? And If He Were Instead The Vanity, The Desire For Power, The Ambitions, The Fear, And The Enraptured And Terrified Folly Of Mankind?

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One Should Not Understand This Compulsion To Construct Concepts, Species, Forms, Purposes, Laws ('a World Of Identical Cases') As If They Enabled Us To Fix The Real World; But As A Compulsion To Arrange A World For Ourselves In Which Our Existence Is Made Possible:-we Thereby Create A World Which Is Calculable, Simplified, Comprehensible, Etc., For Us.

Every Deep Thinker Is More Afraid Of Being Understood Than Of Being Misunderstood.

Being Misunderstood

The Empty, The One, The Unmoved, The Full, Satiation, Wanting Nothing--that Would Be My Evil: In Short, Dreamless Sleep.

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.

Life Is The Will To Power; Our Natural Desire To Dominate And Reshape The World To Fit Our Own Preferences And Assert Our Personal Strength To The Fullest Degree.

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

It Is So Little True That Martyrs Offer Any Support To The Truth Of A Cause That I Am Inclined To Deny That Any Martyr Has Ever Had Anything To Do With The Truth At All.

What Is The Task Of Higher Education? To Make A Man Into A Machine. What Are The Means Employed? He Is Taught How To Suffer Being Bored.

A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.

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

One Man Runs To His Neighbor Because He Is Looking For Himself, And Another Because He Wants To Loose Himself. Your Bad Love Of Yourselves Makes Solitude A Prison For You.

We Laugh At A Man Who, Stepping Out Of His Room At The Very Minute When The Sun Is Rising, Says, “it Is My Will That The Sun Shall Rise”; Or At Him Who, Unable To Stop A Wheel, Says, “i Wish It To Roll”; Or, Again, At Him Who, Thrown In A Wrestling Match, Says, “here I Lie, But Here I Wish To Lie.” But, Joking Apart, Do We Not Act Like One Of These Three Persons Whenever We Use The Expression “i Wish”?

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.

Smooth Iceis Paradisefor Those Who Dance With Expertise.

Sometimes In Our Relationship To Another Human Being The Proper Balance Of Friendship Is Restored When We Put A Few Grains Of Impropriety Onto Our Own Side Of The Scale.

And When Your Soul Becometh Great, Then Doth It Become Haughty, And In Your Sublimity There Is Wickedness.

The Thousand Mysteries Around Us Would Not Trouble But Interest Us, If Only We Had Cheerful, Healthy Hearts.

All Credibility, All Good Conscience, All Evidence Of Truth Come Only From The Senses.

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.

He Who Is Not A Bird Should Not Build His Nest Over Abysses.

The Body Is A Big Sagacity, A Plurality With One Sense, A War And A Peace, A Flock And A Shepherd.

How I Understand The Philosopher - As A Terrible Explosive, Endangering Everthing... My Concept Of The Philosopher Is Worlds Removed From Any Concept That Would Include Even A Kant, Not To Speak Of Academic "ruminants" And Other Professors Of Philosophy.

The Greatest Giver Of Alms Is Cowardice.

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die.

There Would Be No Sunshine In Society If The Born Flatterers, I Mean The So-called Amiable People, Did Not Bring It In With Them.

Every Word Instantly Becomes A Concept Precisely Insofar As It Is Not Supposed To Serve As A Reminder Of The Unique And Entirely Individual Original Experience To Which It Owes Its Origin; But Rather, A Word Becomes A Concept Insofar As It Simultaneously Has To Fit Countless More Or Less Similar Cases -- Which Means, Purely And Simply, Cases Which Are Never Equal And Thus Altogether Unequal.

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

Socrates ... Is The First Philosopher Of Life [lebensphilosoph], ... Thinking Serves Life, While Among All Previous Philosophers Life Had Served Thought And Knowledge. ... Thus Socratic Philosophy Is Absolutely Practical: It Is Hostile To All Knowledge Unconnected To Ethical Implications.

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

Those You Cannot Teach To Fly, Teach To Fall Faster.

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.

Marriage Was Contrived For Ordinary People, For People Who Are Capable Of Neither Great Love Nor Great Friendship, Which Is To Say, For Most People--but Also For Those Exceptionally Rare Ones Who Are Capable Of Love As Well As Of Friendship.

The Devotion Of The Greatest Is To Encounter Risk And Danger, And Play Dice For Death.

It Is Certainly Not The Least Charm Of A Theory That It Is Refutable; It Is Precisely Thereby That It Attracts The More Subtle Minds. It Seems That The Hundred-times-refuted Theory Of The "free Will" Owes Its Persistence To This Charm Alone; Some One Is Always Appearing Who Feels Himself Strong Enough To Refute It.

It May Be That Until Now There Has Been No More Potent Means For Beautifying Man Himself Than Piety: It Can Turn Man Into So Much Art, Surface, Play Of Colors, Graciousness That His Sight No Longer Makes One Suffer.---

At One Time Or Another, Almost Every Politician Needs An Honest Man So Badly That, Like A Ravenous Wolf, He Breaks Into A Sheep-fold: Not To Devour The Ram He Has Stolen, However, But Rather To Conceal Himself Behind Its Wooly Back.

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

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.

They Climb The Mountain Like Beasts, Stupid And Sweating; It Seems That No One Bothered To Tell Them That There Are Beautiful Vistas Along The Way.

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

A Thing Can Only Live Through A Pious Illusion.

If We Affirm One Moment, We Thus Affirm Not Only Ourselves But All Existence. For Nothing Is Self-sufficient, Neither In Us Ourselves Nor In Things; And If Our Soul Has Trembled With Happiness And Sounded Like A Harp String Just Once, All Eternity Was Needed To Produce This One Event - And In This Single Moment Of Affirmation All Eternity Was Called Good, Redeemed, Justified, And Affirmed.

What Is It That Endowed Things With Meaning, Value, Significance? The Creating Heart, Which Desired, And, Out Of Its Desire, Created. It Created Joy And Woe. It Wanted To Satiate Itself With Woe. We Must Take All The Suffering That Has Been Endured By Men And Animals Upon Ourselves And Affirm It, And Possess A Goal In Which It Acquires Reason.

Mediocrity Is The Most Effective Mask A Superior Spirit Can Wear, Because To The Great Majority, Which Is To Say, To The Mediocre,it Will Not Suggest A Disguise:--and Yet It Is Precisely For Their Sake That He Puts It On--so As Not To Arouse Them, And, Indeed, Not Infrequently To Avoid This Out Of Pity And Benevolence.

At Heart I Am A Warrior.

Love Brings To Light A Lover's Noble And Hidden Qualities-his Rare And Exceptional Traits: It Is Thus Liable To Be Deceptive Of His Normal Qualities.

O, What Nowadays Does Science Not Conceal! How Much, At Least, It Is Meant To Conceal!

"what Is Good?" Ye Ask. To Be Brave Is Good. Let The Little Girls Say: "to Be Good Is What Is Pretty, And At The Same Time Touching."

Danger Alone Acquaints Us With Our Own Resources, Our Virtues, Our Armor And Weapons, Our Spirit, And Forces Us To Be Strong.

There Was At All Events One Advantage In The Choice Of This Day To My Birth; My Birthday Throughout The Whole Of My Childhood Was A Day Of Public Rejoicing.

No Price Is Too High To Pay For The Privilege Of Owning Yourself.

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

With The Strength Of His Spiritual Sight And Insight The Distance, And As It Were The Space, Around Man Continually Expands: His World Grows Deeper, Ever New Stars, Ever New Images And Enigmas Come Into View.

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

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

The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That He Always Lies.

The Noble Soul Reveres Itself

Those That Achieve Anything That Looks Beyond The Vision And Thinking Of Their Peers Provoke Jealousy And Hatred Disguised As The Ordinary.

In A Friend One Should Have Ones Best Enemy. You Should Be Closest To Him With Your Heart When You Resist Him.

The Real World Is Much Smaller Than The Imaginary

Perhaps I Know Best Why It Is Man Alone Who Laughs; He Alone Suffers So Deeply That He Had To Invent Laughter.

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

We Have To Learn How To Come Out Of Unclean Situations Cleaner Than We Were, And Even How To Wash Ourselves With Dirty Water Whenwe Need To.

One Hears - One Does Not Seek; One Takes - One Does Not Ask Who Gives.

Success Has Always Been A Great Liar.

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The Wisest Man Would Be The One Richest In Contradictions, Who Has, As It Were, Antennae For All Types Of Men---as Well As His Great Moments Of Grand Harmony---a Rare Accident Even In Us! A Sort Of Planetary Motion---

A Man Who Has Depths In His Shame Meets His Destiny And His Delicate Decisions Upon Paths Which Few Ever Reach . . .

It Is I, The Ungodly Zarathustra, Who Says:who Is More Ungodly Than I, That I May Rejoice In His Teaching?

A Strong And Well-constituted Man Digests His Experiences (deeds And Misdeeds All Included) Just As He Digests His Meats, Even When He Has Some Tough Morsels To Swallow.

The Secret Of Reaping The Greatest Fruitfulness And The Greatest Enjoyment From Life Is To Live Dangerously.

Their Usual Mistaken Premise Is That They Affirm Some Consensus Among People, At Least Among Tame Peoples, Concerning Certain Moral Principles, And Then Conclude That These Principles Must Be Unconditionally Binding Also For You And Me-or Conversely, They See That Among Different Peoples Moral Valuations Are Necessarily Different And Infer From This That No Morality Is Binding-both Of Which Are Equally Childish.

Moral Absolutism

Science Is About Finding Ever Better Approximations Rather Than Pretending You Have Already Found Ultimate Truth. A Casual Stroll Through The Lunatic Asylum Shows That Faith Does Not Prove Anything.

Lunatic Asylums

To Discover He Is Loved In Return Ought Really To Disenchant The Lover With The Beloved.

Every Man Is A Creative Cause Of What Happens, A Primum Mobile With An Original Movement.

And We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once. And We Should Call Every Truth False Which Was Not Accompanied By At Least One Laugh.

Energy Wasted On Negative Ends.

Morality Is The Best Of All Devices For Leading Mankind By The Nose.

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