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Whereas The Man Of Action Binds His Life To Reason And Its Concepts So That He Will Not Be Swept Away And Lost, The Scientific Investigator Builds His Hut Right Next To The Tower Of Science So That He Will Be Able To Work On It And To Find Shelter For Himself Beneath Those Bulwarks Which Presently Exist.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Whereas The Man Of Action Binds His Life To Reason And Its Concepts So That He Will Not Be Swept Away And Lost, The Scientific Investigator Builds His Hut Right Next To The Tower Of Science So That He Will Be Able To Work On It And To Find Shelter For Himself Beneath Those Bulwarks Which Presently Exist.

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A Sedentary Life Is The Real Sin Against The Holy Spirit. Only Those Thoughts That Come By Walking Have Any Value.

People Who Live In An Age Of Corruption Are Witty And Slanderous; They Know That There Are Other Kinds Of Murder Than By Dagger Or Assault; They Also Know That Whatever Is Well Said Is Believed.

Ultimately One Loves One's Desires And Not That Which Is Desired.

Truth Is The Kind Of Error Without Which A Certain Species Of Life Could Not Live. The Value For Life Is Ultimately Decisive.

Socrates Condemned Art Because He Preferred Philosophy And Only After Much Internal Struggle Did Plato Accept This Judgment.

Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

Epicurus Had Rage And Envy Of Plato's Superior Style.

Speaking Generally, Punishment Hardens And Numbs, It Produces Concentration, It Sharpens The Consciousness Of Alienation, It Strengthens The Power Of Resistance.

If Ye Would Go Up High, Then Use Your Own Legs! Do Not Get Yourselves Carried Aloft; Do Not Seat Yourselves On Other People's Backs And Heads!

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.

Our Salvation Lies Not In Knowing, But In Creating!

One Begins To Mistrust Very Clever People When They Become Embarrassed.

So Live Your Life Of Obedience And Of War! What Matter About Long Life! What Warrior Wisheth To Be Spared!

Books That Teach Us To Dance: There Are Writers Who, By Portraying The Impossible As Possible, And By Speaking Of Morality And Genius As If Both Were High-spirited Freedom, As If Man Were Rising Up On Tiptoe And Simply Had To Dance Out Of Inner Pleasure.

Priests ... These Turkey-cocks Of God.

There Are No Facts, Only Interpretations.

One Who Has Given Up Any Hope Of Winning A Fight Or Has Clearly Lost It Wants His Style In Fighting To Be Admired All The More.

One Can Only Be Silent And Sit Peacefully When One Hath Arrow And Bow; Otherwise One Prateth And Quarrelleth. Let Your Peace Be A Victory!

The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

The Broad Effects Which Can Be Obtained By Punishment In Man And Beast, Are The Increase Of Fear, The Sharpening Of The Sense Of Cunning, The Mastery Of The Desires; So It Is That Punishment Tames Man, But Does Not Make Him "better.".

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.

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

It Is Only Those Who Know How To Feel That "this Is Not Good" Who Devise Improvements.

All Religions Bear Traces Of The Fact That They Arose During The Intellectual Immaturity Of The Human Race - Before It Had Learned The Obligations To Speak The Truth. Not One Of Them Makes It The Duty Of Its God To Be Truthful And Understandable In His Communications.

Willing Emancipateth: That Is The True Doctrine Of Will And Emancipation - So Teacheth You Zarathustra. No Longer Willing, And No Longer Valuing, And No Longer Creating! Ah, That That Great Debility May Ever Be Far From Me! And Also In Discerning Do I Feel Only My Will's Procreating And Evolving Delight.

He Who Despises Himself Esteems Himself As A Self-despiser.

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

There Is Not Enough Love And Goodness In The World To Permit Giving Any Of It Away To Imaginary Beings.

To Use The Same Words Is Not A Sufficient Guarantee Of Understanding; One Must Use The Same Words For The Same Genus Of Inward Experience; Ultimately One Must Have One's Experiences In Common.

Liberalism Is The Transformation Of Mankind Into Cattle.

Remorse.-- Never Yield To Remorse, But At Once Tell Yourself: Remorse Would Simply Mean Adding To The First Act Of Stupidity A Second.

We Do Not Belong To Those Who Only Get Their Thought From Books, Or At The Prompting Of Books, -- It Is Our Custom To Think In The Open Air, Walking, Leaping, Climbing, Or Dancing On Lonesome Mountains By Preference, Or Close To The Sea, Where Even The Paths Become Thoughtful.

We Are Terrified By The Idea Of Being Terrified.

I Am Afraid That Old Women Are More Skeptical In Their Most Secret Heart Of Hearts Than Any Man: They Believe In The Superficiality Of Existence As In Its Essence, And All Virtue And Profundity Is To Them Merely A Veil Over This "truth," A Most Welcome Veil Over A Pudendum--and So A Matter Of Decency And Modesty, And Nothing Else.

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It Is A Self-deception Of Philosophers And Moralists To Imagine That They Escape Decadence By Opposing It. That Is Beyond Their Will; And, However Little They Acknowledge It, One Later Discovers That They Were Among The Most Powerful Promoters Of Decadence.

Love Of One Is A Piece Of Barbarism: For It Is Practised At The Expense Of All Others. Love Of God Likewise.

And Let That Day Be Lost To Us On Which We Did Not Dance Once! And Let That Wisdom Be False To Us That Brought No Laughter With It!

We Belong To An Age Whose Culture Is In Danger Of Perishing Through The Means To Culture.

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.

My Formula For Greatness In A Human Being Is Amor Fati: That One Wants Nothing To Be Different, Not Forward, Not Backward, Not In All Eternity. Not Merely Bear What Is Necessary, Still Less Conceal It—all Idealism Is Mendaciousness In The Face Of What Is Necessary—but Love It

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

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.

Everything The State Says Is A Lie, And Everything It Has It Has Stolen.

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That The World Is A Divine Game And Beyond Good And Evil:min This The Vedanta Philosophy And Heraclitus Are My Predecessors.

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He Who Speaks A Bit Of A Foreign Language Has More Delight In It Than He Who Speaks It Well; Pleasure Goes Along With Superficial Knowledge.

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

Wherever On Earth The Religious Neurosis Has Appeared We Find It Tied To Three Dangerous Dietary Demands: Solitude, Fasting, And Sexual Abstinence.

There Is Nothing For Which Men Ask To Be Paid Dearer Than For Humiliation.

He Who Is Punished Is Never He Who Performed The Deed. He Is Always The Scapegoat.

Do I Advise You To Love The Neighbor? I Suggest Rather To Escape From The Neighbor And To Love Those Who Are The Farthest Away From You. Higher Than The Love For The Neighbor Is The Love For The Man Who Is Distant And Has Still To Come.

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

Words Are Acoustical Signs For Concepts; Concepts, However, Are More Or Less Definite Image Signs For Often Recurring And Associated Sensations, For Groups Of Sensations. To Understand One Another, It Is Not Enough That One Use The Same Words; One Also Has To Use The Same Words For The Same Species Of Inner Experiences; In The End One Has To Have One's Experiences In Common.

Verily, I Do Not Like Them, The Merciful Who Feel Blessed In Their Pity: They Are Lacking Too Much In Shame. If I Must Pity, At Least I Do Not Want It Known; And If I Do Pity, It Is Preferably From A Distance.

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One Is Punished Best For One's Virtues.

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I Go In Solitude, So As Not To Drink Out Of Everybody's Cistern. When I Am Among The Many I Live As The Many Do, And I Do Not Think I Really Think; After A Time It Always Seems As If They Want To Banish Myself From Myself And Rob Me Of My Soul.

All Truth Is Crooked, Time Itself Is A Circle

The Melancholia Of Everything Completed!

How Can A Man Know Himself? He Is A Thing Dark And Veiled; And If The Hare Has Seven Skins, Man Can Slough Off Seventy Times Seven And Still Not Be Able To Say: "this Is Really You, This Is No Longer Outer Shell.

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

In The Beautiful, Man Sets Himself Up As The Standard Of Perfection; In Select Cases He Worships Himself In It. Man Believes That The World Itself Is Filled With Beauty -he Forgets That It Is He Who Has Created It. He Alone Has Bestowed Beauty Upon The World -alas! Only A Very Human, An All Too Human, Beauty.

It Is Our Needs That Interpret The World; Our Drives And Their For And Against. Every Drive Is A Kind Of Lust To Rule; Each One Has Its Perspective That It Would Like To Compel All Other Drives To Accept As A Norm.

All Signs Of Superhuman Nature Appear In Man As Illness Or Insanity.

The More You Let Yourself Go, The Less Others Let You Go.

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.

Democratic Institutions Form A System Of Quarantine For Tyrannical Desires.

Democracies Have

Only With The Ultimate Knowledge Of All Things Will Man Have Come To Know Himself. For Things Are But The Boundaries Of Man.

Every Talent Must Unfold Itself In Fighting.

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

The Criminal Is Quite Frequently Not Equal To His Deed: He Belittles And Slanders It.

Every Relationship That Does Not Raise Us Up Pulls Us Down, And Vice Versa; This Is Why Men Usually Sink Down Somewhat When They Take Wives While Women Are Usually Somewhat Raised Up. Overly Spiritual Men Require Marriage Every Bit As Much As They Resist It As Bitter Medicine.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Of One's Own Free Choice, Death At The Proper Time, With A Clear Head And With Joyfulness, Consummated In The Midst Of Children And Witnesses: So That An Actual Leave-taking Is Possible While He Who Is Leaving Is Still There.

The Complete Irresponsibility Of Man For His Actions And His Nature Is The Bitterest Drop Which He Who Understands Must Swallow.

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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

Some People Appear To Be More Meager In Talent Than They Are, Just Because The Tasks They Set Themselves Are Always Too Great.

To Become Wise You Have To Want To Experience Certain Experiences, And So To Run Into Their Open Jaws. This Is Very Dangerous, Tobe Sure; Many A "wise Man" Has Been Eaten Up In Doing So.

I Love Him Who Loveth His Virtue: For Virtue Is The Will To Down-going, And An Arrow Of Longing.

Anyone Who Has Looked Deeply Into The World May Guess How Much Wisdom Lies In The Superficiality Of Men. The Instinct That Preserves Them Teaches Them To Be Flighty Light, And False.

He Who Seeks Intelligence Lacks Intelligence.

The Saying, "the Magyar Is Much Too Lazy To Be Bored," Is Worth Thinking About. Only The Most Subtle And Active Animals Are Capable Of Boredom.--a Theme For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom On The Seventh Day Of Creation.

It Is A Terrible Thought, To Contemplate That An Immense Number Of Mediocre Thinkers Are Occupied With Really Influential Matters.

The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

Do You Want To Have An Easy Life? Then Always Stay With The Herd And Lose Yourself In The Herd.

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It Is Very Noble Hypocrisy Not To Talk Of One's Self.

We Are Always In Our Own Company.

Assuming That Rapture Is Nature's Play With Man, The Dionysian Artist's Creative Activity Is The Play With Rapture.

All Philosophy Is A Form Of Confession.

The Doer Alone Learneth.

God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers? What Was Holiest And Mightiest Of All That The World Has Yet Owned Has Bled To Death Under Our Knives: Who Will Wipe This Blood Off Us? What Water Is There For Us To Clean Ourselves? What Festivals Of Atonement, What Sacred Games Shall We Have To Invent? Is Not The Greatness Of This Deed Too Great For Us? Must We Ourselves Not Become Gods Simply To Appear Worthy Of It?

This World Is The Will To Power And Nothing Besides!

All That Philosophers Have Handled For Millennia Has Been Conceptual Mummies; Nothing Actual Has Ever Escaped From Their Hands Alive.

... Art Approaches As A Saving Sorceress, Expert At Healing. She Alone Knows How To Turn These Nauseous Thoughts About The Horror Or Absurdity Of Existence Into Notions With Which One Can Live.

One Must Need To Be Strong, Otherwise One Will Never Become Strong.

To Regard States Of Distress In General As An Objection, As Something Which Must Be Abolished Is The Greatest Nonsense On Earth; Having The Most Disastrous Consequences, Fatally Stupid- Almost As Stupid As A Wish To Abolish Bad Weather - Out Of Pity For The Poor.

Nobody Is More Inferior Than Those Who Insist On Being Equal.

In Every Philosophical School, Three Thinkers Succeed One Another In The Following Way: The First Produces Out Of Himself The Sapand Seed, The Second Draws It Out Into Threads And Spins A Synthetic Web, And The Third Waits In This Web For The Sacrificial Victims That Are Caught In It--and Tries To Live Off Philosophy.

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

And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

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

But In The End One Also Has To Understand That The Needs That Religion Has Satisfied And Philosophy Is Now Supposed To Satisfy Are Not Immutable; They Can Be Weakened And Exterminated. Consider, For Example, That Christian Distress Of Mind That Comes From Sighing Over Ones Inner Depravity And Care For Ones Salvation - All Concepts Originating In Nothing But Errors Of Reason And Deserving, Not Satisfaction, But Obliteration.

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 Is Difficult To Live Among People Because Silence Is So Difficult.

Science Offends The Modesty Of All Real Women. It Makes Them Feel As Though It Were An Attempt To Peek Under Their Skin--or, Worseyet, Under Their Dress And Ornamentation!

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

I Love Him Who Chasteneth His God, Because He Loveth His God: For He Must Succumb Through The Wrath Of His God.

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

Art Is Not Merely An Imitation Of The Reality Of Nature, But In Truth A Metaphysical Supplement To The Reality Of Nature, Placed Alongside Thereof For Its Conquest.

That Which Needs To Be Proved Cannot Be Worth Much.

My Formula For Greatness In A Human Being Is Amor Fati: That One Wants Nothing To Be Other Than It Is, Not In The Future, Not In The Past, Not In All Eternity.

Rash Actions Are Seldom Committed In Isolation. With The First Rash Action We Always Do Too Much. So We Usually Go On To Commit Asecond One--and Then We Do Too Little.

I Feel All Those Human Beings To Be Pernicious Who Can No Longer Oppose What They Love: They Thereby Ruin The Best Things And People.

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.

Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

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.

One Will Rarely Err If Extreme Actions Be Ascribed To Vanity, Ordinary Actions To Habit, And Mean Actions To Fear.

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.

Great Indebtedness Does Not Make Men Grateful, But Vengeful; And If A Little Charity Is Not Forgotten, It Turns Into A Gnawing Worm.

Socrates.- If All Goes Well, The Time Will Come When One Will Take Up The Memorabilia Of Socrates Rather Than The Bible As A Guide To Morals And Reason... The Pathways Of The Most Various Philosophical Modes Of Life Lead Back To Him... Socrates Excels The Founder Of Christianity In Being Able To Be Serious Cheerfully And In Possessing That Wisdom Full Of Roguishness That Constitutes The Finest State Of The Human Soul. And He Also Possessed The Finer Intellect.

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

When The Gratitude Of Many To One Throws Away All Shame, We Behold Fame.

I Could Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance... And Now A God Dances Through Me.

Those Who Are Failures From The Start, Downtrodden, Crushed -- It Is They, The Weakest, Who Must Undermine Life Among Men, Who Call Into Question And Poison Most Dangerously Our Trust In Life, In Man, And In Ourselves.

What Destroys A Man More Quickly Than To Work, Think And Feel Without Inner Necessity, Without Any Deep Personal Desire, Without Pleasure - As A Mere Automaton Of Duty?

There Is An Old Illusion. It Is Called Good And Evil.

To Escape Boredom, Man Works Either Beyond What His Usual Needs Require, Or Else He Invents Play, That Is, Work That Is Designed To Quiet No Need Other Than That For Working In General.

The Disappointed One Speaks. I Searched For Great Human Beings; I Always Found Only The Apes Of Their Ideals.

Iron Necessity Is A Thing Which In The Course Of History Men Come To See As Neither Iron Nor Necessary.

All Truly Great Thoughts Are Conceived By Walking.

Whatever We Think About And Question A Lot Becomes Questionable.

What Really Raises One's Indignation Against Suffering Is Not Suffering Intrinsically, But The Senselessness Of Suffering

Forgetting: That Is A Divine Capacity. And Whoever Aspires To The Heights And Wants To Fly Must Cast Off Much That Is Heavy And Make Himself Light--i Call It A Divine Capacity For Lightness.

How Poisonous, How Crafty, How Bad, Does Every Long War Make One, Which Cannot Be Waged Openly By Means Of Force!

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

I'm Not Upset That You Lied To Me, I'm Upset That From Now On I Can't Believe You.

My Brother, Are War And Battle Evil? Necessary, However, Is The Evil; Necessary Are The Envy And The Distrust And The Back-biting Among The Virtues.

One Must Not Let Oneself Be Misled: They Say 'judge Not!' But They Send To Hell Everything That Stands In Their Way.

Acknowledge Your Will And Speak To Us All, "this Alone Is What I Will To Be!" Hang Your Own Penal Code Up Above You: We Want To Be Its Enforcers!

Ah, Women. They Make The Highs Higher And The Lows More Frequent.

Phlegmatic Natures Can Be Inspired To Enthusiasm Only By Being Made Into Fanatics.

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.

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

Jesus Died Too Soon. If He Had Lived To My Age He Would Have Repudiated His Doctrine.

When We Think Of All The Things We Want To Do With Our Other Half The Answer Should Be Simple; We Should Want To Do Absolutely Everything With Them. We Should Want To Experience Everything, Feel Everything, See Everything With No One But Them By Our Sides. When We Look Back On Our Lives It's Not The Things We Did Do With Them That We'll Regret, It's The Things We Didn't Do.

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

Some Are Made Modest By Great Praise, Others Insolent.

Metaphysical World.- It Is True, There Could Be A Metaphysical World; The Absolute Possibility Of It Is Hardly To Be Disputed. We Behold All Things Through The Human Head And Cannot Cut Off This Head; While The Question Nonetheless Remains What Of The World Would Still Be There If One Had Cut It Off.

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

Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

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.

The Most Unambiguous Sign That A Person Holds Men In Low Esteem Is This, That He Either Acknowledges Them Merely As Means To His Ends Or Does Not Acknowledge Them At All.

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.

Suspicious.- To Admit A Belief Merely Because It Is A Custom - But That Means To Be Dishonest, Cowardly, Lazy! - And So Could Dishonesty, Cowardice And Laziness Be The Preconditions For Morality?

And Many Such Good Inventions Are There, That They Are Like Woman's Breasts: Useful At The Same Time, And Pleasant.

Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing. To Win Over Certain People To Something, It Is Only Necessary To Give It A Gloss Of Love Of Humanity, Nobility, Gentleness, Self-sacrifice - And There Is Nothing You Cannot Get Them To Swallow. To Their Souls, These Are The Icing, The Tidbit; Other Kinds Of Souls Have Others.

Let Old Ones Go. Dont Be A Memory-monger! Once You Were Young──now You Are Even Younger.

The Code Of Manu Differs From The Bible. By Means Of It The Nobles, The Philosophers, And The Warriors Keep The Whip Hand Over The Majority. It Is Full Of Noble Valuations; It Shows A Feeling Of Perfection, An Acceptance Of Life, And Triumphant Feeling Toward Self And Life.

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.

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

So Long As The Priest, That Professional Negator, Slanderer And Poisoner Of Life, Is Regarded As A Superior Type Of Human Being, There Cannot Be Any Answer To The Question: What Is Truth?

Ultimately, No One Can Extract From Things, Books Included, More Than He Already Knows.

Lying Very Still And Thinking Very Little Is The Most Inexpensive Medicine For All The Sicknesses Of The Soul, And When Administered With Good Intentions It Grows More And More Pleasant With Each Passing Hour.

For Some Natures, Changing Their Opinions Is Just As Much A Requirement Of Cleanliness As Changing Their Clothes: For Others, However, It Is Merely A Requirement Of Vanity.

[heraclitus] Concluded That Coming-to-be Itself Could Not Be Anything Evil Or Unjust.

I Have Somehow Something Like "influence" ... In The Anti-semitic Correspondence ... My Name Is Mentioned In Almost Every Issue. Zarathustra ... Has Charmed The Anti-semites; There Is A Special Anti-semitic Interpretation Of It That Made Me Laugh Very Much.

Man Is The Only Animal That Must Be Encouraged To Live.

Everything That Is Ponderous, Vicious And Pompously Clumsy, All Long-winded And Wearying Kinds Of Style, Are Developed In Great Variety Among Germans.

Never To Read Another Book That Was Born And Baptized (with Ink) At The Same Time.

He Who Knoweth The Reader, Doeth Nothing More For The Reader. Another Century Of Readers - And Spirit Itself Will Stink.

When One Gives Up Christian Belief One Thereby Deprives Oneself Of The Right To Christian Morality. For The Latter Is Absolutely Not Self-evident: One Must Make This Point Clear Again And Again, In Spite Of English Shallowpates.

It Is Absolutely Impossible For A Subject To See Or Have Insight Into Something While Leaving Itself Out Of The Picture, So Impossible That Knowing And Being Are The Most Opposite Of All Spheres.

Sensuality Often Hastens The "growth Of Love" So Much That The Roots Remain Weak And Are Easily Torn Up.

Warfare Is The Father Of All Good Things, It Is Also The Father Of Good Prose!

If There Is To Be Art, If There Is To Be Any Aesthetic Doing And Seeing, One Physiological Condition Is Indispensable: Frenzy.

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

Where The Good Begins.- Where The Poor Power Of The Eye Can No Longer See The Evil Impulse As Such Because It Has Become Too Subtle, Man Posits The Realm Of Goodness; And The Feeling That We Have Now Entered The Realm Of Goodness Excites All Those Impulses Which Had Been Threatened And Limited By The Evil Impulses, Like The Feeling Of Security, Of Comfort, Of Benevolence. Hence, The Duller The Eye, The More Extensive The Good. Hence The Eternal Cheerfulness Of The Common People And Of Children. Hence The Gloominess And Grief - Akin To A Bad Conscience - Of The Great Thinkers.

Another Christian Concept, No Less Crazy, Has Passed Even More Deeply Into The Tissue Of Modernity: The Concept Of The 'equality Of Souls Before God.' This Concept Furnishes The Prototype Of All Theories Of Equal Rights.

Whoever No Longer Finds Greatness In God No Longer Finds It Anywhere--he Must Either Deny It Or Create It.

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

Where There Is The Tree Of Knowledge, There Is Always Paradise: So Say The Most Ancient And Most Modern Serpents.

Woman Learns To Hate To The Extent To Which Her Charms Decrease.

When Man Does Not Have Firm, Calm Lines On The Horizon Of His Life- Mountain And Forest Lines, As It Were- Then A Man's Innermost Will Becomes Agitated, Preoccupied, And Wistful.

The Wreckage Of Stars - I Built A World From This Wreckage.

A Few Hours' Mountain Climbing Make Of A Rogue And A Saint Two Fairly Equal Creatures. Tiredness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity - And Sleep Finally Adds To Them Liberty.

Memory Says, 'i Did That.' Pride Replies, 'i Could Not Have Done That.' Eventually, Memory Yields.

Sometimes In Conversation The Sound Of Our Own Voice Distracts Us And Misleads Us Into Making Assertions That In No Way Express Our True Opinions.

The Criminal Type Is The Type Of The Strong Human Being Under Unfavorable Circumstances: A Strong Human Being Made Sick.

We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

Impoliteness Is Frequently The Sign Of An Awkward Modesty That Loses Its Head When Surprised And Hopes To Conceal This With Rudeness.

One Has To Take A Somewhat Bold And Dangerous Line With This Existence: Especially As, Whatever Happens, We Are Bound To Lose It.

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