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What A Dissimilarity We See In Walking, Swimming, And Flying. And Yet It Is One And The Same Motion: It Is Just That The Load- Bearing Capacity Of The Earth Differs From That Of The Water, And That That Of The Water Differs From That Of The Air! Thus We Should Also Learn To Fly As Thinkers--and Not Imagine That We Are Thereby Becoming Idle Dreamers!

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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What A Dissimilarity We

Friedrich Nietzsche

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What A Dissimilarity We See In Walking, Swimming, And Flying. And Yet It Is One And The Same Motion: It Is Just That The Load- Bearing Capacity Of The Earth Differs From That Of The Water, And That That Of The Water Differs From That Of The Air! Thus We Should Also Learn To Fly As Thinkers--and Not Imagine That We Are Thereby Becoming Idle Dreamers!

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Here Is A Hero Who Did Nothing But Shake The Tree As Soon As The Fruit Was Ripe. Does This Seem To Be Too Small A Thing To You? Then Take A Good Look At The Tree He Shook.

When Asses Are Needed.- You Will Never Get The Crowd To Cry Hosanna Until You Ride Into Town On An Ass.

God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers- At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!

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I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Tied To The Memory Of Something Monstrous - A Crisis Without Equal On Earth.... I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite!

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Invisible Threads Are The Strongest Ties.

If A Woman Possesses Manly Virtues, She Is To Be Run Away From; And If She Does Not Possess Them, She Runs Away Herself.

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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Hold A True Friend With Both Your Hands.

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

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!

A Man Who Wills Commands Something Within Himself That Renders Obedience, Or That He Believes Renders Obedience.

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

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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!

We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

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

A Person Must Have A Good Memory To Keep The Promises He Has Made. A Person Must Have A Strong Imagination To Be Able To Have Pity. So Closely Is Morality Tied To The Quality Of The Intellect.

We Are In The Greatest Danger Of Being Run Over When We Have Just Gotten Out Of The Way Of A Carriage.

Now We Will No Longer Concede So Easily That Anyone Has The Truth; The Rigorous Methods Of Inquiry Have Spread Sufficient Distrust And Caution, So That We Experience Every Man Who Represents Opinions Violently In Word And Deed As Any Enemy Of Our Present Culture, Or At Least As A Backward Person. And In Fact, The Fervor About Having The Truth Counts Very Little Today In Relation To That Other Fervor, More Gentle And Silent, To Be Sure, For Seeking The Truth, A Search That Does Not Tire Of Learning Afresh And Testing Anew.

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.

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 Soul Must Have Its Chosen Sewers To Carry Away Its Ordure. This Function Is Performed By Persons, Relationships, Professions, The Fatherland, The World, Or Finally, For The Really Arrogant - I Mean Our Modern Pessimists - By The Good God Himself.

In The Stream.- Mighty Waters Draw Much Stone And Rubble Along With Them; Mighty Spirits Many Stupid And Bewildered Heads.

People Press Toward The Light Not In Order To See Better But In Order To Shine Better.--we Are Happy To Regard The One Before Whomwe Shine As Light.

One Unconsciously Takes It For Granted That Doer And Sufferer Think And Feel Alike, And According To This Supposition We Measure The Guilt Of The One By The Pain Of The Other.

The Hypocrite Who Always Plays One And The Same Part Ceases At Last To Be A Hypocrite.

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The Most Vulnerable And Yet Most Unconquerable Of Things Is Human Vanity; Nay, Through Being Wounded Its Strength Increases And Can Grow To Giant Proportions.

All Human Life Is Sunk Deep In Untruth; The Individual Cannot Pull It Out Of This Well Without Growing Profoundly Annoyed With His Entire Past, Without Finding His Present Motives (like Honor) Senseless, And Without Opposing Scorn And Disdain To The Passions That Urge One On To The Future And To The Happiness In It.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

All Prejudices May Be Traced Back To The Intestines. A Sedentary Life Is The Real Sin Against The Holy Ghost.

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

Buddhism Is A Hundred Times As Realistic As Christianity It Is Part Of Its Living Heritage That It Is Able To Face Problems Objectively And Coolly; It Is The Product Of Long Centuries Of Philosophical Speculation.

Really Unreflective People Are Now Inwardly Without Christianity, And The More Moderate And Reflective People Of The Intellectual Middle Class Now Possess Only An Adapted, That Is To Say Marvelously Simplified Christianity. A God Who In His Love Arranges Everything In A Manner That In The End Will Be Best For Us; A God Who Gives To Us And Takes From Us Our Virtue And Our Happiness, So That As A Whole All Is Meet And Fit And There Is No Reason For Us To Take Life Sadly, Let Alone Exclaim Against It; In Short, Resignation And Modest Demands Elevated To Godhead

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Knowledge Kills Action; Action Requires The Veils Of Illusion.

Against Boredom The Gods Themselves Fight In Vain.

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To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Freely Chosen, Death At The Right Time, Brightly And Cheerfully Accomplished Amid Children And Witnesses: Then A Real Farewell Is Still Possible, As The One Who Is Taking Leave Is Still There; Also A Real Estimate Of What One Has Wished, Drawing The Sum Of One's Life--all In Opposition To The Wretched And Revolting Comedy That Christianity Has Made Of The Hour Of Death.

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As Long As You Still Experience The Stars As Something "above You", You Lack The Eye Of Knowledge.

Dancing In All Its Forms Cannot Be Excluded From The Curriculum Of All Noble Education; Dancing With The Feet, With Ideas, With Words, And, Need I Add That One Must Also Be Able To Dance With The Pen?

He Who Cannot Give Anything Away Cannot Feel Anything Either.

Cynicism Is The Only Form In Which Base Souls Approach Honesty.

A Dionysian Life Task Needs The Hardness Of The Hammer And One Of Its First Essentials Is Without Doubt The Joy To Be Found Even In Destruction.

Concerning Great Things One Should Either Be Silent Or Speak Loftily.

Man Must Become Better And More Evil.

You Are Rewarding A Teacher Poorly If You Remain Always A Pupil.

Morality In Europe Today Is Herd-morality

I Love Him Who Reserveth No Share Of Spirit For Himself, But Wanteth To Be Wholly The Spirit Of His Virtue: Thus Walketh He As Spirit Over The Bridge.

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

Writers Ought To Be Regarded As Wrongdoers Who Deserve To Be Acquitted Or Pardoned Only In The Rarest Cases: That Would Be A Way To Keep Books From Getting Out Of Hand.

To Those Human Beings Who Are Of Any Concern To Me, I Wish Suffering, Desolation, Sickness, Ill Treatment, Indignities, Profound Self-contempt, The Torture Of Self-mistrust, And The Wretchedness Of The Vanquished.

The Author Must Keep His Mouth Shut When His Work Starts To Speak.

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

And He Who Must Be A Creator In Good And Evil: Verily, He Must Be An Annihilator First And Demolish Values.

Comparing Man And Woman On The Whole, One May Say: Woman Would Not Possess A Genius For Ornamentation If She Did Not Also Possessan Instinct For The Secondary Role.

. . . An Absurd Problem Came To The Surface: 'how Could God Permit That (crucifixion Of Jesus Christ)!' . . . The Deranged Reason Of The Little Community Found Quite A Frightfully Absurd Answer: God Gave His Son For Forgiveness, As A Sacrifice . . . The Sacrifice For Guilt, And Just In Its Most Repugnant And Barbarous Form - The Sacrifice Of The Innocent For The Sins Of The Guilty! What Horrifying Heathenism!

Rendering Oneself Unarmed When One Had Been The Best-armed, Out Of A Height Of Feeling-that Is The Means To Real Peace, Which Must Always Rest On A Peace Of Mind.

The Bite Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Every Man Who Has Declared That Some Other Man Is An Ass Or A Scoundrel, Gets Angry When The Other Man Conclusively Shows That The Assertion Was Erroneous.

Precisely This Is Godliness--that There Are Gods, But No God.

We Cannot Live Without Valuing: But We Can Live Without Valuing What You Value.

Thinking About Suicide Is A Potent Consolation: It Helps Us To Get Through Many A Bad Night.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

Necessity Is Not An Established Fact, But An Interpretation.

Cognitive Therapy

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.

Systems Of Morals Are Only A Sign-language Of The Emotions.

But Like Infection Is The Petty Thought: It Creeps And Hides, And Wants To Be Nowhere--until The Whole Body Is Decayed And Withered By The Petty Infection... Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

From The Sun I Learned This: When He Goes Down, Overrich; He Pours Gold Into The Sea Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, So That Even The Poorest Fisherman Still Rows With Golden Oars. For This I Once Saw And I Did Not Tire Of My Tears As I Watched It.

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.

It Is Some Fundamental Certainty Which A Noble Soul Has About Itself, Something Which Is Not To Be Sought, Is Not To Be Found, And Perhaps, Also, Is Not To Be Lost. The Noble Soul Has Reverence For Itself.

Desire Is Happiness: Satisfaction As Happiness Is Merely The Ultimate Moment Of Desire. To Be Wish And Wish Alone Is Happiness, And A New Wish Over And Over Again.

Nothing Ever Succeeds Which Exuberant Spirits Have Not Helped To Produce.

One Has To Know The Size Of One's Stomach.

One Should Not Wrongly Reify 'cause' And 'effect,' As The Natural Scientists Do (and Whoever, Like Them, Now 'naturalizes' In His Thinking), According To The Prevailing Mechanical Doltishness Which Makes The Cause Press And Push Until It 'effects' Its End; One Should Use 'cause' And 'effect' Only As Pure Concepts, That Is To Say, As Conventional Fictions For The Purpose Of Designation And Communication-not For Explanation.

The Noble Caste Was In The Beginning Always The Barbarian Caste: Their Superiority Lay, Not In Their Physical Strength, But Primarily In Their Psychical - They Were More Complete Human Beings.

Physical Strength

Love, Too, Has To Be Learned.

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.

I Am Interested Only In The Relations Of A People To The Rearing Of The Individual Man, And Among The Greeks The Conditions Were Unusually Favourable For The Development Of The Individual; Not By Any Means Owing To The Goodness Of The People, But Because Of The Struggles Of Their Evil Instincts.with The Help Of Favourable Measures Great Individuals Might Be Reared Who Would Be Both Different From And Higher Than Those Who Heretofore Have Owed Their Existence To Mere Chance. Here We May Still Be Hopeful: In The Rearing Of Exceptional Men.

I Climb Upon The Highest Mountains, Laughing At All Tragedies - Whether Real Or Imaginary.

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

In Being Wildly Natural We Recover Best From Being Unnatural, From Being Spiritual.

Subordination To Morality Can Be Slavish Or Vain Or Self- Interested Or Resigned Or Gloomily Enthusiastic Or Thoughtless Or An Act Of Despair, Just As Subordination To A Prince Can Be: In Itself It Is Nothing Moral.

Not To Be Cowardly When It Comes To Our Own Actions! Not To Leave Them In The Lurch!--the Sting Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Everything Goes, Everything Comes Back; Eternally Rolls The Wheel Of Being. Everything Dies, Everything Blossoms Again; Eternally Runs The Year Of Being. Everything Breaks, Everything Is Joined Anew; Eternally The Same House Of Being Is Built. Everything Parts, Everything Greets Every Other Thing Again; Eternally The Ring Of Being Remains Faithful To Itself. In Every Now, Being Begins; Round Every Here Rolls The Sphere There. The Center Is Everywhere. Bent Is The Path Of Eternity.

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.

Fathers Have A Lot To Do To Make Up For Having Sons.

Nothing Has Been Purchased More Dearly Than The Little Bit Of Reason And Sense Of Freedom Which Now Constitutes Our Pride.

We Seldom Break A Leg As Long As We Are Climbing Wearily Upwards In Our Lives, Instead We Do It When We Start Going Easy On Ourselves And Choosing The Comfortable Paths.

Sometimes We Remain True To A Cause Simply Because Its Opponents Are Unfailingly Tasteless.

The Followers Of A Great Man Often Put Their Eyes Out, So That They May Be The Better Able To Sing His Praise.

Men Who Think Deeply Appear To Be Comedians In Their Dealings With Others Because They Always Have To Feign Superficiality In Order To Be Understood.

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.

Man Is Not Equally Moral At All Hours, This Is Well Known. If His Morality Is Judged To Be The Capability For Great Self-sacrificing Resolutions And Self-denial (which, When Continuous And Grown Habitual, Are Called Holiness)

Whenever The Strength Of A Belief Strongly Steps Into The Foreground, We Must Infer A Certain Weakness Of Demonstrability And The Improbability Of That Belief.

It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.

Joy Wants The Eternity Of All Things, Wants Deep, Wants Deep Eternity.

Go Through The Moral Demands...one By One And You Will Find That Man Could Not Live Up To Them; The Intention Is Not That He Should Become More Moral, But That He Should Feel As Sinful As Possible. If Man Had Failed To Find This Feeling Pleasant - Why Should He Have Engendered Such An Idea And Adhered To It For So Long?... Man Was By Every Means To Be Made Sinful And Thereby Become Excited, Animated, Enlivened In General. To Excite, Animate, Enliven At Any Price.

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. Hence It Is The Greatest Paradox In Literature, The Imperishable In The Midst Of Change, The Nourishment Which Always Remains Highly Valued, As Salt Does, And Never Becomes Stupid Like Salt.

The Spiritual Activity Of Millennia Is Deposited In Language.

There Are No Eternal Facts, As There Are No Absolute Truths.

He Who Knows Himself To Be Profound Endeavors To Be Clear; He Who Would Like To Appear Profound To The Crowd Endeavors To Be Obscure.

Men Use A New Lesson Or Experience Later On As A Ploughshare Or Perhaps Also As A Weapon; Women At Once Make It Into An Ornament.

Without Passions You Have No Experience Whatever.

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.

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