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Wherever Primitive Man Put Up A Word, He Believed He Had Made A Discovery. How Utterly Mistaken He Really Was! He Had Touched A Problem, And While Supposing He Had Solved It, He Had Created And Obstacle To Its Solution. Now, With Every New Knowledge We Stumble Over Flint-like And Petrified Words And, In So Doing, Break A Leg Sooner Than A Word.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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Wherever Primitive Man Put Up A Word, He Believed He Had Made A Discovery. How Utterly Mistaken He Really Was! He Had Touched A Problem, And While Supposing He Had Solved It, He Had Created And Obstacle To Its Solution. Now, With Every New Knowledge We Stumble Over Flint-like And Petrified Words And, In So Doing, Break A Leg Sooner Than A Word.

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In The True Man There Is A Child Concealed Who Wants To Play.

Dreadful Experiences Raise The Question Whether He Who Experiences Them, Is Not Something Dreadful Also.

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Those Things For Which We Find Words, Are Things We Have Already Overcome.

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There Are Two Things A Real Man Likes - Danger And Play; And He Likes Woman Because She Is The Most Dangerous Of Play Things.

One Must Repay Good And Ill; But Why Just To The Person Who Did Us Good Or Ill?

Many Things About Man Are Not Very Godly: Whenever A Person Excretes Feces, How Can He Be A God Then? But It Is Even Worse Regarding The Other Feces We Call Sin: Man Still Surely Wants To Retain This, And Not Excrete It. Now However, I Must Believe It: A Person Can Be God And Still Excrete Feces. Thus I Teach You, Excrete Your Feces And Become Gods.

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I Absolutely Cannot See How One Can Later Make Up For Having Failed To Go To A Good School At The Proper Time. For This Is What Distinguishes The Hard School As A Good School From All Others: That Much Is Demanded; And Sternly Demanded; That The Good, Even The Exceptional, Is Demanded As The Norm; That Praise Is Rare, That Indulgence Is Nonexistent; That Blame Is Apportioned Sharply, Objectively, Without Regard For Talent Or Antecedents. What Does One Learn In A Hard School? Obeying And Commanding.

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All I Need Is A Sheet Of Paper And Something To Write With, And Then I Can Turn The World Upside Down.

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I Have Given A Name To My Pain, And Call It "dog".

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I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

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Words Of Wisdom

Every Habit Makes Our Hand More Witty And Our Wit Less Handy.

But This Word Will I Say To My Enemies: What Is All Manslaughter In Comparison With What You Have Done To Me!

Most People Are Far Too Much Occupied With Themselves To Be Malicious.

Whoever Reaches His Ideal Transcends It Eo Ipso.

Let Woman Be A Plaything, Pure And Fine, Like A Precious Stone, Illumined With The Virtues Of A World Not Yet Come.

Precious Stones

One Should Not Go Into Churches If One Wants To Breathe Pure Air.

A Man Who Possesses Genius Is Insufferable Unless He Also Possesses At Least Two Other Things: Gratitude And Cleanliness.

In The Mountains Of Truth, You Never Climb In Vain.

Heroism--that Is The Disposition Of A Man Who Aspires To A Goal Compared To Which He Himself Is Wholly Insignificant. Heroism Is The Good Will To Self-destruction.

The Beast In Us Must Be[78] Wheedled: Ethic Is Necessary, That We May Not Be Torn To Pieces.

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

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.

All Of Life Is A Dispute Over Taste And Tasting.

A Lack Of The Historical Sense Is The Hereditary Fault Of All Philosophers.

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

Solitude Makes Us Tougher Towards Ourselves And Tenderer Towards Others. In Both Ways It Improves Our Character.

Having Become Conscious Of The Truth He Once Perceived, Man Now Sees Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence, He Now Understands The Symbolic Element In Ophelia's Fate, He Now Recognizes The Wisdom Of The Woodland God, Silenus: It Nauseates Him.

A Book Calls For Pen, Ink, And A Writing Desk; Today The Rule Is That Pen, Ink, And A Writing Desk Call For A Book.

We Do Not Place Especial Value On The Possession Of A Virtue Until We Notice Its Total Absence In Our Opponent.

If You Are Too Weak To Give Yourselves Your Own Law, Then A Tyrant Shall Lay His Yoke Upon You And Say: "obey! Clench Your Teeth And Obey!" And All Good And Evil Shall Be Drowned In Obedience To Him.

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He Who Has Attained Intellectual Emancipation To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth And Not Even As A Traveller Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing.

It Is Only Possible Through The Fact That Sympathy For The General Life And Suffering Of Mankind Is Very Weakly Developed In The Individual.

The Most Instructive Experiences Are Those Of Everyday Life.

Those Who Cannot Understand How To Put Their Thoughts On Ice Should Not Enter Into The Heat Of Debate.

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.

What Good Is A Book That Does Not Even Transport Us Beyond All Books?

There Is Not Sufficient Religion In The World Merely To Put An End To The Number Of Religions.

If One Considers How Much Reason Every Person Has For Anxiety And Timid Self-concealment, And How Three-quarters Of His Energy And Goodwill Can Be Paralyzed And Made Unfruitful By It, One Has To Be Very Grateful To Fashion

What Is Originality? To See Something That Is As Yet Without A Name, That Is As Yet Impossible To Designate, Even Though It Staresus In The Face. The Way It Usually Is With People, It Is A Thing's Name That Makes It Perceptible To Them In The First Place.--for The Most Part, The Original Ones Have Also Been The Name-givers.

Kindliness, Friendliness, The Courtesy Of The Heart, Are Ever-flowing Streams Of Non Egoistic Impulses, And Have Given Far More Powerful Assistance To Culture Than Even Those Much More Famous Demonstrations Which Are Called Pity, Mercy, And Self-sacrifice.

We Would Not Let Ourselves Be Burned To Death For Our Opinions: We Are Not Sure Enough Of Them For That.

A Noble Soul Is Not The One That Can Manage The Highest Flights But The One That Rises Very Little And Falls Very Little But Always Dwells In A Free, Resplendent Atmosphere And Altitude.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

All In All, Punishment Hardens And Renders People More Insensible; It Concentrates; It Increases The Feeling Of Estrangement; It Strengthens The Power Of Resistance.

He Turns All Of His Injuries Into Strengths, That Which Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger, He Is Superman.

What Else Is Love But Understanding And Rejoicing In The Fact That Another Person Lives Acts And Experiences Otherwise Than We Do?

Convictions Are More Dangerous Enemies Of Truth Than Lies.courageous, Untroubled, Mocking And Violent-that Is What Wisdom Wants Us To Be. Wisdom Is A Woman, And Loves Only A Warrior.

We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

He Who Wills Believes With A Fair Amount Of Certainty That Will And Action Are Somehow One; He Ascribes The Success, The Carrying Out Of The Willing, To The Will Itself, And Thereby Enjoys An Increase Of The Sensation Of Power Which Accompanies All Success.

Those Who Know That They Are Profound Strive For Clarity. Those Who Would Like To Seem Profound To The Crowd Strive For Obscurity. For The Crowd Believes That If It Cannot See To The Bottom Of Something It Must Be Profound. It Is So Timid And Dislikes Going Into The Water.

Almost Two Thousand Years, And No New God!

I Welcome All The Signs Indicating That A More Manly And Warlike Age Is Commencing, Which Will, Above All, Bring Heroism Again Into Honour!

Someone Who Does Not Write Books, Who Thinks A Lot, And Who Lives In Unsatisfying Society Will Usually Be A Good Letter- Writer.

In Certain Pious People I Have Found A Hatred Of Reason, And Have Been Favourably Disposed To Them For It: Their Bad Intellectual Conscience Was At Least Exposed By That!

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!

From Which Stars Have We Fallen To Meet Each Other Here?

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At All Tragedies

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

They're So Cold, These Scholars! May Lightning Strike Their Food So That Their Mouths Learn How To Eat Fire!

When The Gratitude That Many Owe To One Discards All Modesty, Then There Is Fame.

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.

A Man Who Is Very Busy Seldom Changes His Opinions.

Nobody Thanks A Witty Man For Politeness When He Puts Himself On A Par With A Society In Which It Would Not Be Polite To Show One's Wit.

For What Purpose Humanity Is There Should Not Even Concern Us: Why You Are Here, That You Should Ask Yourself: And If You Have No Ready Answer, Then Set For Yourself Goals, High And Noble Goals, And Perish In Pursuit Of Them!

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

When, However, You Have An Enemy, Then Do Not Requite Him Good For Evil: For That Would Shame Him. Instead, Prove That He Did Some Good For You. And Rather Be Angry Than Put To Shame! And When You Are Cursed, I Do Not Like It That You Want To Bless. Rather Curse A Little Also! And If You Are Done A Great Injustice, Then Quickly Add Five Small Ones. Hideous To Behold Is He Who Is Obsessed With An Injustice.

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 From Henceforth!

This World Is The Will To Power And Nothing Besides!

Most Of The Time In Married Life Is Taken Up By Talk.

I Call Christianity The One Great Curse, The One Great Intrinsic Depravity, And The One Great Instinct Of Revenge, For Which No Means Are Venomous Enough, Or Secret, Subterranean And Small Enough - I Call It The One Immortal Blemish On The Human Race.

If You Believed More In Life You Would Fling Yourself Less To The Moment.

Experience, As A Desire For Experience, Does Not Come Off. We Must Not Study Ourselves While Having An Experience.

When One Gives Up The Christian Faith, One Pulls The Right To Christian Morality Out From Under One's Feet. This Morality Is By No Means Self-evident. Christianity Is A System, A Whole View Of Things Thought Out Together. By Breaking One Main Concept Out Of It, The Faith In God, One Breaks The Whole. It Stands Or Falls With Faith In God.

This Demand Follows From An Insight That I Was The First To Articulate: That There Are No Moral Facts.

All Truly Great Thoughts Are Conceived By Walking.

When One Thinks Profusely And Cleverly, Not Only His Face But His Body Too Takes On A Clever Appearance.

We Do Not Hate As Long As We Still Attach A Lesser Value, But Only When We Attach An Equal Or A Greater Value.

A Refined Nature Is Vexed By Knowing That Some One Owes It Thanks, A Coarse Nature By Knowing That It Owes Thanks To Some One.

Not The Intensity But The Duration Of High Feelings Makes High Men.

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.

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.

Where I Found The Living, There I Found The Will To Power; Even In The Will Of Servants I Found The Will To Be Master.

Your Only Problem, Perhaps, Is That You Scream Without Letting Yourself Cry.

Many Find Their Heart When They Have Lost Their Head.

"belief In The Truth Commences With The Doubting Of All Those "truths" We Once Believed."

Only Great Pain Is, As The Teacher Of Great Suspicion, The Ultimate Liberator Of The Spirit...i Doubt Whether Such Pain Improves Us-but I Do Know It Deepens Us.

Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

We Are So Fond Of Being Out Among Nature, Because It Has No Opinions About Us.

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

The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Mankind.

Desire For Power

When We Have A Great Goal We Are Superior Even To Justice, Not Merely To Our Deeds And Our Judges.

The Most Fatal Seductive Lie That Has Yet Existed

Industriousness And Conscientiousness Are Often At Odds, Because Industriousness Wants To Pick The Still Sour Fruit From The Tree,while Conscientiousness Lets It Hang There Too Long, Until It Falls And Bruises.

The Great Poet Draws His Creations Only From Out Of His Own Reality.

Companions The Creator Seeks, Not Corpses, Not Herds And Believers. Fellow Creators The Creator Seeks -- Those Who Write New Values On New Tablets. Companions The Creator Seeks, And Fellow Harvesters; For Everything About Him Is Ripe For The Harvest.

What Then Is Truth? A Movable Host Of Metaphors, Metonymies, And Anthropomorphisms: In Short, A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Poetically And Rhetorically Intensified, Transferred, And Embellished, And Which, After Long Usage, Seem To A People To Be Fixed, Canonical, And Binding. Truths Are Illusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions — They Are Metaphors That Have Become Worn Out And Have Been Drained Of Sensuous Force.

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!

Out Of Damp And Gloomy Days, Out Of Solitude, Out Of Loveless Words Directed At Us, Conclusions Grow Up In Us Like Fungus: One Morning They Are There, We Know Not How, And They Gaze Upon Us, Morose And Gray. Woe To The Thinker Who Is Not The Gardener But Only The Soil Of The Plants That Grow In Him.

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

The Existence Of Forgetting Has Never Been Proved: We Only Know That Some Things Don't Come To Mind When We Want Them.

The Less Men Are Fettered By Tradition, The Greater Becomes The Inward Activity Of Their Motives, And Greater Again In Proportion To Their Outer Restlessness.

A Good Writer Possesses Not Only His Own Spirit But Also The Spirit Of His Friends.

Do Whatever You Will, But First Be Such As Are Able To Will.

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.

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.

Man, However, Is The Most Courageous Animal: Thereby Has He Overcome Every Animal. With Sound Of Triumph Has He Overcome Every Pain; Human Pain, However, Is The Sorest Pain.

Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul.

When We Are Tired, We Are Attacked By Ideas We Conquered Long Ago.

Everyone Needs A Sense Of Shame, But No One Needs To Feel Ashamed.

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.

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