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What Europe Owes To The Jews? - Many Things, Good And Bad, And Above All One Thing Of The Nature Both Of The Best And The Worst: The Grand Style In Morality, The Fearfulness And Majesty Of Infinite Demands, Of Infinite Significations, The Whole Romanticism And Sublimity Of Moral Questionableness - And Consequently Just The Most Attractive, Ensnaring, And Exquisite Element In Those Iridescences And Allurements To Life, In The Aftersheen Of Which The Sky Of Our European Culture, Its Evening Sky, Now Glows - Perhaps Glows Out.

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What Europe Owes To

Friedrich Nietzsche

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What Europe Owes To The Jews? - Many Things, Good And Bad, And Above All One Thing Of The Nature Both Of The Best And The Worst: The Grand Style In Morality, The Fearfulness And Majesty Of Infinite Demands, Of Infinite Significations, The Whole Romanticism And Sublimity Of Moral Questionableness - And Consequently Just The Most Attractive, Ensnaring, And Exquisite Element In Those Iridescences And Allurements To Life, In The Aftersheen Of Which The Sky Of Our European Culture, Its Evening Sky, Now Glows - Perhaps Glows Out.

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Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.

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What We Do Is Never Understood, But Always Merely Praised Or Blamed.

Supposing Truth Is A Woman -- What Then?

One Must Give Value To Their Existence By Behaving As If Ones Very Existence Were A Work Of Art.

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The Higher Man Is Distinguished From The Lower By His Fearlessness And His Readiness To Challenge Misfortune.

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The Will To Truth Is Merely The Longing For A Stable World.

The Text Has Disappeared Under The Interpretation.

We Have To Be Careful That In Throwing Out The Devil, We Don't Throw Out The Best Part Of Ourselves.

Men Subsequently Put Whatever Is Newly Learned Or Experienced To Use As A Plowshare, Perhaps Even As A Weapon: But Women Immediately Include It Among Their Ornaments.

There Are Highly Gifted Spirits Who Are Always Infertile Simply Because, Owing To A Weakness In Temperament, They Are Too Impatient To Wait Out Their Pregnancy To Term.

The Public Easily Confuses Him Who Fishes In Troubled Waters With Him Who Draws Up Water From The Depths.

God Is Dead, God Remains Dead, And We Have Killed Him.

It Is A Distinction To Have Many Virtues, But A Hard Lot.

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

The Vain.- We Are Like Shop Windows In Which We Are Continually Arranging, Concealing Or Illuminating The Supposed Qualities Other Ascribe To Us - In Order To Deceive Ourselves.

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As Far As Germany Extends It Ruins Culture.

They Would Have To Sing Better Songs For Me To Learn To Have Faith In Their Redeemer; And His Disciples Would Have To Look More Redeemed!

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.

There Are Slavish Souls Who Carry Their Appreciation For Favors Done Them So Far That They Strangle Themselves With The Rope Of Gratitude.

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.

Pathetic Attitudes Are Not In Keeping With Greatness.

I And Me Are Always Too Deeply In Conversation.

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The Spiritual Activity Of Millennia Is Deposited In Language.

Unresolved Dissonances Between The Characters And Dispositions Of The Parents Continue To Reverberate In The Nature Of The Child And Make Up The History Of Its Inner Sufferings.

It Is Difficult To Preach, This Morality Of Mediocrity! It May Never Admit What It Is And What It Wants! It Must Speak About Restraint And Worth And Duty And Love Of One's Neighbor.

We Labour At Our Daily Work More Ardently And Thoughtlessly Than Is Necessary To Sustain Our Life Because It Is Even More Necessary Not To Have Leisure To Stop And Think. Haste Is Universal Because Everyone Is In Flight From Himself.

What Then In The Last Resort Are The Truths Of Mankind? They Are The Irrefutable Errors Of Mankind.

What Do I Care About The Purring Of One Who Cannot Love, Like The Cat?

Live So That Thou Mayest Desire To Live Again - That Is Thy Duty - For In Any Case Thou Wilt Live Again!

I Am One Thing, My Writings Are Another.

There Is Nothing More Necessary Than Truth, And In Comparison With It Everything Else Has Only Secondary Value. This Absolute Will To Truth: What Is It? Is It The Will To Not Allow Ourselves To Be Deceived? Is It The Will Not To Deceive? One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.

A Certain Type Of Person Strives To Become A Master Over All, And To Extend His Force, His Will To Power, And To Subdue All That Resists It. But He Encounters The Power Of Others, And Comes To An Arrangement, A Union, With Those That Are Like Him: Thus They Work Together To Serve The Will To Power. And The Process Goes On.

Working Together

There Is Always Some Madness In Love. But There Is Also Always Some Reason In Madness.

Freedom Is The Will To Be Responsible For Ourselves.

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

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.

A Woman Does Not Want The Truth; What Is Truth To Women? From The Beginning, Nothing Has Been More Alien, Repugnant, And Hostile To Woman Than The Truth - Her Great Art Is The Lie, Her Highest Concern Is Mere Appearance And Beauty.

... Hitherto We Have Been Permitted To Seek Beauty Only In The Morally Good - A Fact Which Sufficiently Accounts For Our Having Found So Little Of It And Having Had To Seek About For Imaginary Beauties Without Backbone! - As Surely As The Wicked Enjoy A Hundred Kinds Of Happiness Of Which The Virtuous Have No Inkling, So Too They Possess A Hundred Kinds Of Beauty; And Many Of Them Have Not Yet Been Discovered.

When We Talk In Company We Lose Our Unique Tone Of Voice, And This Leads Us To Make Statements Which In No Way Correspond To Our Real Thoughts.

Oh, How Much Is Today Hidden By Science! Oh, How Much It Is Expected To Hide!

But It Is The Same With Man As With The Tree. The More He Seeketh To Rise Into The Height And Light, The More Vigorously Do His Roots Struggle Earthward, Downward, Into The Dark And Deep — Into The Evil.

You I Advise Not To Work, But To Fight. You I Advise Not To Peace, But To Victory. Let Your Work Be A Fight, Let Your Peace Be A Victory!

But Are There Many Honest People Who Will Admit That It Is Pleasing To Give Pain?

Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

...lust Is Only A Sweet Poison For The Weakling, But For Those Who Will With A Lion's Heart It Is The Reverently Reserved Wine Of Wines.

For The Longest Time, Marriage Has Had A Guilty Conscience About Itself. Should We Believe It?--yes, We Should Believe It.

Guilty Conscience

What Is The Strongest Cure?--victory.

Light For Some Time To Come Will Have To Be Called Darkness.

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

I Desire That Your Conjectures Should Not Reach Beyond Your Creative Will. Could You Create A God? Then Do Not Speak To Me Of Any Gods.

When You Gaze Long Into The Abyss Of Sustainability, The Abyss Of Sustainability Also Gazes Into You.

How Much Truth Can A Spirit Bear, How Much Truth Can A Spirit Dare? ... That Became For Me More And More The Real Measure Of Value.

Annoyance Is A Physical Malady That Is In No Way Cured Just Because The Annoying Situation That Causes It Is Eliminated.

The Greatest Giver Of Alms Is Cowardice.

Thus The Will To Power Strives Towards Oppositions, Towards Displeasure. There Is A Will To Suffering At The Foundation Of All Organic Life (contrary To "happiness" As "goal").

Even The Pluckiest Among Us Has But Seldom The Courage Of What He Really Knows.

But Thought Is One Thing, The Deed Is Another, And The Image Of The Deed Still Another: The Wheel Of Causality Does Not Roll Between Them.

To Blaspheme The Earth Is Now The Most Dreadful Sin, And To Rate The Heart Of The Unknowable Higher Than The Meaning Of The Earth!

He Who Is Usually Self-sufficient Becomes Exceptionally Vain And Keenly Alive To Fame And Praise When He Is Physically Ill. The More He Loses Himself The More He Has To Endeavor To Regain His Position By Means Of The Opinion Of Others.

The Newspaper Reader Says: This Party Will Ruin Itself If It Makes Errors Like This. My Higher Politics Says: A Party Which Makes Errors Like This Is Already Finished -- It Is No Longer Secure In Its Instincts.

Someone Said: "i Have Been Prejudiced Against Myself From My Earliest Childhood: Hence I Find Some Truth In All Blame And Some Stupidity In All Praise. I Generally Estimate Praise Too Poorly And Blame Too Highly.

I Shall Repeat A Hundred Times; We Really Ought To Free Ourselves From The Seduction Of Words!

Some People Do Not Become Thinkers Simply Because Their Memories Are Too Good.

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

One Thing A Man Must Have: Either A Naturally Light Disposition Or A Disposition Lightened By Art And Knowledge.

Disobedience- That Is The Nobility Of Slaves.

You Tell Me: 'life Is Hard To Bear.' But If It Were Otherwise Why Should Ou Have Your Pride In The Morning Nad Your Resignation In The Evening?

However Un-christian This May Sound, I Am Not Even Predisposed Against Myself.

Beware In The Presence Of Cats: They Never Give, They Do Not Even Retaliate--they Only Reply, And Purr In Doing So.

Admiration For A Quality Or An Art Can Be So Strong That It Deters Us From Striving To Possess It.

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

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!

Just As Soon As We Notice That Someone Has To Force Himself To Pay Attention When Dealing And Talking With Us, We Have A Valid Demonstration That He Does Not Love Us Or That He Does Not Love Us Anymore.

Read From A Distant Star, The Majuscule Script Of Our Earthly Existence Would Perhaps Lead To The Conclusion That The Earth Was The Distinctively Ascetic Planet, A Nook Of Disgruntled, Arrogant Creatures Filled With A Profound Disgust With Themselves, At The Earth, At All Life, Who Inflict As Much Pain On Themselves As They Possibly Can Out Of Pleasure In Inflicting Pain Which Is Probably Their Only Pleasure.

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I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

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In The End We Love Our Desire And Not What It Is That We Desire.

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