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With Regard To Philosophical Metaphysics, I Always See Increasing Numbers Who Have Attained To The Negative Goal, But As Yet Few Who Climb A Few Rungs Backwards; One Ought To Look Out, Perhaps, Over The Last Steps Of The Ladder, But Not Try To Stand Upon Them.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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With Regard To Philosophical Metaphysics, I Always See Increasing Numbers Who Have Attained To The Negative Goal, But As Yet Few Who Climb A Few Rungs Backwards; One Ought To Look Out, Perhaps, Over The Last Steps Of The Ladder, But Not Try To Stand Upon Them.

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Verily, A Polluted Stream Is Man. One Must Actually Be A Sea To Take In A Polluted Stream Without Becoming Impure. Behold, I Teach You The Superman: He Is The This Sea, In Him Can Your Great Contempt Go Under.

I Can Tell By My Own Reaction To It That This Book Is Harmful." But Let Him Only Wait And Perhaps One Day He Will Admit To Himself That This Same Book Has Done Him A Great Service By Bringing Out The Hidden Sickness Of His Heart And Making It Visible.— Altered Opinions Do Not Alter A Man’s Character (or Do So Very Little); But They Do Illuminate Individual Aspects Of The Constellation Of His Personality Which With A Different Constellation Of Opinions Had Hitherto Remained Dark And Unrecognizable.

Whoever Wants To Set A Good Example Must Add A Grain Of Foolishness To His Virtue: Then Others Can Imitate And Yet At The Same Time Surpass The One They Imitate-which Human Beings Love To Do.

We Must Beware Of One Who Is In A Passion Against Us As Of One Who Has Once Sought Our Life; For The Fact That We Still Live Is Due To The Absence Of Power To Kill, - If Looks Could Kill, We Should Have Been Dead Long Ago.

When You Stare Into An Abyss For A Long Time, The Abyss Also Stares Into You.

Woman Understands Children Better Than Man Does, But Man Is More Childlike Than Woman.

Even Truthfulness Is But One Means To Knowledge, A Ladder--but Not The Ladder.

Yet For All That, There Is Nothing In Me Of A Founder Of A Religion--religions Are Affairs Of The Rabble; I Find It Necessary To Wash My Hands After I Have Come Into Contact With Religious People.

Mistrust Those In Whom The Urge To Punish Is Strong.

We Must Take Precautions Against Being Prematurely Honed Sharp--since At The Same Time We Are Being Prematurely Honed Thin.

A Declaration Of War On The Masses By Higher Men Is Needed! ... Everything That Makes Soft And Effeminate, That Serves The End Of The People Or The Feminine, Works In Favor Of Universal Suffrage, I.e. The Domination Of The Inferior Men. But We Should Take Reprisal And Bring This Whole Affair To Light And The Bar Of Judgment.

Every Power Draws Its Ultimate Consequences At Every Moment.

There Will Be But Few People Who, When At A Loss For Topics Of Conversation, Will Not Reveal The More Secret Affairs Of Their Friends.

The Body Is A Big Sagacity, A Plurality With One Sense, A War And A Peace, A Flock And A Shepherd.

Loneliness Is One Thing, Solitude Another.

Evaluation Is Creation: Hear It, You Creators! Evaluating Is Itself The Most Valuable Treasure Of All That We Value. It Is Only Through Evaluation That Value Exists: And Without Evaluation The Nut Of Existence Would Be Hollow. Hear It, You Creators!

What Is Life? A Continuous Praise And Blame.

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.

A Small Revenge Is More Human Than No Revenge At All.

Men Seldom Persevere In A Vocation Unless They Believe Or Can Convince Themselves That It Is Fundamentally More Important Than Anyother Calling. Women Are The Same With Their Lovers.

With The Strength Of His Spiritual Sight And Insight The Distance, And As It Were The Space, Around Man Continually Expands: His World Grows Deeper, Ever New Stars, Ever New Images And Enigmas Come Into View.

There Are Few Pains So Grievous As To Have Seen, Divined, Or Experienced How An Exceptional Man Has Missed His Way And Deteriorated

There Are No Beautiful Surfaces Without A Terrible Depth.

We Have Arranged For Ourselves A World In Which We Can Live - By Positing Bodies, Lines, Planes, Causes And Effects, Motion And Rest, Form And Content; Without These Articles Of Faith Nobody Could Now Endure Life. But That Does Not Prove Them. Life Is No Argument. The Conditions Of Life Might Include Error.

Our Faith In Others Betrays That We Would Rather Have Faith In Ourselves. Our Longing For A Friend Is Our Betrayer. And Often With Our Love We Want Merely To Overcome Envy. And Often We Attack And Make Ourselves Enemies, To Conceal That We Are Vulnerable.

Go Through The Towns And Ask Yourselves Whether These People Should Reproduce! Let Them Go To Their Whores!

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At Every Step One Has To Wrestle For Truth; One Has To Surrender For It Almost Everything To Which The Heart, To Which Our Love, Our Trust In Life, Cling Otherwise. That Requires Greatness Of Soul: The Service Of Truth Is The Hardest Service. What Does It Mean, After All, To Have Integrity In Matters Of The Spirit? That One Is Severe Against One's Heart...that One Makes Of Every Yes And No A Matter Of Conscience.

Great Intellects Are Skeptical.

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