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We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

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We Have No Organ

Friedrich Nietzsche

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We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

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As Refined Fare Serves A Hungry Man As Well As And No Better Than Coarser Food, The More Pretentious Artist Will Not Dream Of Inviting The Hungry Man To His Meal.

For This Remains As I Have Already Pointed Out The Essential Difference Between The Two Religions Of Decadence : Buddhism Promises Nothing, But Actually Fulfils; Christianity Promises Everything, But Fulfils Nothing.

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

Every Tradition Grows Continually More Venerable, And The More Remote Its Origins, The More This Is Lost Sight Of. The Veneration Paid The Tradition Accumulates From Generation To Generation, Until It At Last Becomes Holy And Excites Awe.

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

Truly, Whoever Possesses Little Is That Much Less Possessed: Praised Be A Little Poverty!

Chastity Is A Virtue With Some, But With Many It Is Almost A Vice.

The Final Reward Of The Dead - To Die No More

Everyone Who Enjoys Supposes That The Tree Was Concerned With The Fruit, But It Was Really Concerned With The Seed. -in This Lies The Difference Between All Those Who Create And Those Who Enjoy.

Sit As Little As Possible. Give No Credence To Any Thought That Was Not Born Outdoors While Moving About Freely.

The Inclination To Self-depreciation, To Freely Accepting Being Robbed, Being Duped, And Being Swindled, Could Be The Modesty Of A God Among Men.

God Is Dead, But Considering The State The Species Man Is In, There Will Perhaps Be Caves, For Ages Yet, In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown.

Whether We Immoralists Do Any Harm To Virtue?-just As Little As Anarchists Do To Princes. It Is Only Because They Have Been Shot At That They Once Again Sit Securely On Their Thrones. Moral: We Must Shoot At Morals.

You Should Seek Your Enemy, You Should Wage Your War - A War For Your Opinions. And When Your Opinion Is Defeatedy Our Honesty Should Still Cry Triumph Over That!

What A Person Is Begins To Betray Itself When His Talent Weakens--when He Stops Showing What He Can Do. Talent, Too, Is Ornamentation, And Ornamentation, Too, Is A Hiding Place.

What We Call Truths Are Just Those Errors That We Cannot Give Up.

It Has Therewith Come To Be Recognized That The History Of Moral Valuations Is At The Same Time The History Of An Error, The Error Of Responsibility, Which Is Based Upon The Error Of The Freedom Of Will.

A High Civilization Is A Pyramid: It Can Stand Only On A Broad Base; Its Primary Prerequisite Is A Strong And Soundly Consolidated Mediocrity.

Man Is Very Well Defended Against Himself... The Actual Fortress Is Inaccessible, Even Invisible To Him, Unless His Friends And Enemies Play The Traitor And Conduct Him In By A Secret Path.

Did You Ever Say Yes To A Pleasure? Oh My Friends, Then You Also Said Yes To All Pain. All Things Are Linked, Entwined, In Love With One Another.

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Philosophers Are In The Habit Of Setting Themselves Before Life And Experience.

A Man Who Is Very Busy Seldom Changes His Opinions.

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.

Christianity Is A Metaphysics Of The Hangman.

Physician, Help Yourself: Thus Help Your Patient Too. Let This Be His Best Help: That He May Behold With His Eyes The Man Who Heals Himself.

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I Am A Forest, And A Night Of Dark Trees: But He Who Is Not Afraid Of My Darkness, Will Find Banks Full Of Roses Under My Cypresses.

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Democracy Represents The Disbelief In All Great Men And In All Elite Societies: Everybody Is Everybody's Equal.

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.

Respectability Offends My Taste.

All Modern Philosophizing Is Political, Policed By Governments, Churches, Academics, Custom, Fashion, And Human Cowardice, All Off Which Limit It To A Fake Learnedness.

Books For All The World Are Always Foul-smelling Books: The Smell Of Small People Clings To Them.

The Form Of A Work Of Art, Which Gives Speech To Their Thoughts And Is, Therefore, Their Mode Of Talking, Is Always Somewhat Uncertain, Like All Kinds Of Speech.

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

For It Is Only As An Aesthetic Phenomenon That Existence And The World Are Eternally Justified.

How Difficult It Is To Live When One Feels That The Judgment Of Many Millenniums Is Around One And Against One.

Higher Than "thou Shalt" Stands "i Will" (the Heroes), And Higher Than "i Will" Stands "i Am" (the Greek Gods).

A Matter That Becomes Clear Ceases To Concern Us.--what Was That God Thinking Who Counseled, "know Thyself!" Did He Perhaps Mean,"cease To Concern Yourself! Become Objective!"--and Socrates?--and "scientific Men"?

You Never Exist Quite So Much As When You Are Not Thinking

Let Them Like The Tibetans, Chew The Cud Of Their "om Mane Padme Hum" Innumerable Times, Or, As In Benares, Count The Name Of The God Ram-ram-ram (etc. With Or Without Charm) On Their Fingers; Or Honour Vishnu With His Thousand Names Of Invocation, Allah With His Ninety-nine; Or They May Make Use Of The Prayer-wheels And The Rosary: The Main Thing Is That They Are Settled Down For A Time At This Work And Are Tolerable To Look At. This Kind Of Prayer Has Been Invented For The Benefit Of The Pious Who Have Thought And Elevations Of Their Own.

The Most Unendurable Thing, To Be Sure, The Really Terrible Thing, Would Be A Life Without Habits, A Life Which Continually Required Improvisation.

I Fear Animals Regard Man As A Creature Of Their Own Kind Which Has In A Highly Dangerous Fashion Lost Its Healthy Animal Reason - As The Mad Animal, As The Laughing Animal, As The Weeping Animal, As The Unhappy Animal.

The Love Of One Sole Being Is A Barbarism; For It Will Be Employed To The Detriment Of All The Rest. So Too The Love Of God.

The Charm Of Knowledge Would Be Small Indeed, Were It Not That There Is So Much Shame To Be Overcome On The Way To It.

No One Can Construct For You The Bridge Upon Which Precisely You Must Cross The Stream Of Life, No One But You Yourself Alone.

One Should Only Question Gods Where None But Gods Can Reply.

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