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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.

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Yet For All That,

Friedrich Nietzsche

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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.

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Spirit Is The Life That Itself Cuts Into Life: With Its Own Torment It Increases Its Own Knowledge. Did You Already Know That?

Instinct. When The House Burns One Forgets Even Lunch. Yes, But One Eats It Later In The Ashes.

Every True Faith Is Infallible. It Performs What The Believing Person Hopes To Find In It. But It Does Not Offer The Least Support For The Establishing Of An Objective Truth. Here The Ways Of Men Divide. If You Want To Achieve Peace Of Mind And Happiness, Have Faith. If You Want To Be A Disciple Of Truth, Then Search.

Your Soul Will Be Dead Even Before Your Body: Fear Nothing Further.

Among Austere Men Intimacy Involves Shame--and Is Something Precious.

We Ought To Fear A Man Who Hates Himself, For We Are At Risk Of Becoming Victims Of His Anger And Revenge. Let Us Then Try To Lure Him Into Self-love.

We Often Contradict An Opinion For No Other Reason Than That We Do Not Like The Tone In Which It Is Expressed.

To Learn To See- To Accustom The Eye To Calmness, To Patience, And To Allow Things To Come Up To It; To Defer Judgment, And To Acquire The Habit Of Approaching And Grasping An Individual Case From All Sides. This Is The First Preparatory Schooling Of Intellectuality. One Must Not Respond Immediately To A Stimulus; One Must Acquire A Command Of The Obstructing And Isolating Instincts.

One Is Necessary, One Is A Piece Of Fate, One Belongs To The Whole, One Is The Whole - There Exists Nothing Which Could Judge, Measure, Compare, Condemn Our Being, For That Would Be To Judge, Measure, Compare, Condemn The Whole...but Nothing Exists Apart From The Whole!

People Who, Out Of An Inborn Moderation, Leave Every Glass Standing Only Half-emptied Refuse To Admit That Everything In The World Has Its Sediments And Dregs.

You Say, It's Dark. And In Truth, I Did Place A Cloud Before Your Sun. But Do You Not See How The Edges Of The Cloud Are Already Glowing And Turning Light.

To Be The Equal Of One's Opponent-this Is The First Condition Of An Honourable Duel.

That Which Does Not Kill Us Makes Us Stronger.

Time Flies Apace-we Would Fain Believe That Everything Flies Forward With It.

Whether We Immoralists Do Any Harm To Virtue?-just As Little As Anarchists Do To Princes. It Is Only Because They Have Been Shot At That They Once Again Sit Securely On Their Thrones. Moral: We Must Shoot At Morals.

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

The Charm Of Knowledge Would Be Small Indeed, Were It Not That There Is So Much Shame To Be Overcome On The Way To It.

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters.

This Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More; And There Will Be Nothing New In It, But Every Pain And Every Joy And Every Thought And Sigh And Everything Unutterably Small Or Great In Your Life Will Have To Return To You, All In The Same Succession And Sequence - Even This Spider And This Moonlight Between The Trees, And Even This Moment And I Myself. The Eternal Hourglass Of Existence Is Turned Upside Down Again And Again, And You With It, Speck Of Dust!

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 Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.

The Woman And The Genius Do Not Work. Up To Now, Woman Has Been Mankind's Supreme Luxury. In All Those Moments When We Do Our Best, We Do Not Work. Work Is Merely A Means To These Moments.

Just As Bones, Tissues, Intestines, And Blood Vessels Are Enclosed In A Skin That Makes It Possible To Bear The Sight Of A Human Being, So The Agitations And Passions Of The Soul Are Wrapped Up In Vanity: It Is The Soul's Skin.

Let Thy Virtue Be Too High For The Familiarity Of Names, And If Thou Must Speak Of It, Be Not Ashamed To Stammer About It.

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.

Let Us Not Underestimate The Privileges Of The Mediocre. As One Climbs Higher, Life Becomes Ever Harder, The Coldness Increases, Responsibility Increases.

Many Writers Are Neither Spirit Nor Wine, But Rather Spirits- Of-wine: They Can Catch Fire, And Then They Give Off Heat.

The Truth Is Ugly: We Have Art So As Not To Perish From The Truth.

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

Losing Yourself

Yet Tell Me, My Brothers: If A Goal For Humanity Is Still Lacking, Is There Not Still Lacking--humanity Itself?

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

Whoever Thought That He Had Understood Something Of Me Had Merely Construed Something Out Of Me, After His Own Image.

I Am One Thing, My Writings Are Another.

The Ability To Suffer Is A Small Matter - Weak Women And Even Slaves Can Acheive Virtuosity In That.

History Teaches That A Race Of People Is Best Preserved Where The Greater Number Hold One Common Spirit In Consequence Of The Similarity Of Their Accustomed And Indisputable Principles.

That Which Intoxicates, The Sensually Ecstatic, The Sudden Surprise, The Urge To Be Profoundly Stirred At Any Price -- Dreadful Tendencies!

That, However, Is - Mediocrity, Though It Be Called Moderation.

It Is Not When It Is Dangerous To Tell The Truth That Its Advocates Are Hardest To Find, But When It Is Boring.

Men Were Considered "free" Only So That They Might Be Considered Guilty - Could Be Judged And Punished: Consequently, Every Act Had To Be Considered As Willed, And The Origin Of Every Act Had To Be Considered As Lying Within The Consciousness (and Thus The Most Fundamental Psychological Deception Was Made The Principle Of Psychology Itself).

Who Can Attain To Anything Great If He Does Not Feel In Himself The Force And Will To Inflict Great Pain? The Ability To Suffer Is A Small Matter: In That Line, Weak Women And Even Slaves Often Attain Masterliness. But Not To Perish From Internal Distress And Doubt When One Inflicts Great Suffering And Hears The Cry Of It That Is Great, That Belongs To Greatness.

In Morality, Man Treats Himself Not As Individuum But As Dividuum.

Who Has Not For The Sake Of His Reputation Sacrificed Himself?

The Strength Required For The Vision Of The Most Powerful Reality Is Not Only Compatible With The Most Powerful Strength For Action, For Monstrous Action, For Crime - It Even Presupposes It.

One Must Be A Sea, To Receive A Polluted Stream Without Becoming Impure.

Pollution Control

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

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

Under Conditions Of Peace The Warlike Man Attacks Himself.

Lightning And Thunder Need Time, The Light Of The Stars Needs Time, Deeds Need Time, Even After They Are Done, To Be Seen And Heard.

Everyone Who Enjoys Supposes That The Tree Was Concerned With The Fruit, But It Was Really Concerned With The Seed. -in This Lies The Difference Between All Those Who Create And Those Who Enjoy.

Why Is It That Wellnesses Are Not As Contagious As Illnesses--generally Speaking, But Also Especially Regarding Taste? Or Are There Epidemics Of Health?

One Can Lie With The Mouth, But With The Accompanying Grimace One Nevertheless Tells The Truth.

Telling The Truth

Inaction, Letting Be, Neither Creating Nor Destroying--that Is My Evil. And Also The Knower As One Without Desire.

Few Serve Truth In Truth Because Only Few Have The Pure Will To Be Just, And Of Those Again Very Few Have The Strength To Be Just.

If Thinking Is Your Fate, Revere This Fate With Divine Honour And Sacrifice To It The Best, The Most Beloved

If It Is True To Say Of The Lazy That They Kill Time, Then It Is Greatly To Be Feared That An Era Which Sees Its Salvation In Public Opinion, This Is To Say Private Laziness, Is A Time That Really Will Be Killed: I Mean That It Will Be Struck Out Of The History Of The True Liberation Of Life. How Reluctant Later Generations Will Be To Have Anything To Do With The Relics Of An Era Ruled, Not By Living Men, But By Pseudo-men Dominated By Public Opinion.

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

My Wisdom Has Long Accumulated Like A Cloud, It Becomes Stiller And Darker. So Does All Wisdom Which Shall One Day Bear Lightnings.

The Magnitude Of A Progress Is Gauged By The Greatness Of The Sacrifice That It Requires.

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

The Higher You Ascend, The Smaller You Appear To The Eye Of Envy. But Most Of All They Hate Those Who Fly.

Without Music, Life Would Be An Error. The German Imagines Even God Singing Songs

Is Man One Of God's Blunders? Or Is God One Of Man's Blunders?

By Losing Your Goal, You Have Lost Your Way.

Accomplish Your Goals

Ten Times Must You Laugh During The Day, And Be Cheerful; Otherwise Your Stomach, The Father Of Affliction, Will Disturb You In The Night.

Virtues Are Dangerous As Vices Insofar As They Are Allowed To Rule Over One As Authorities And Not As Qualities One Develops Oneself.

Religious War Has Signified The Greatest Advance Of The Masses So Far, For It Proves That The Masses Have Begun To Treat Concepts With Respect.

Was That Life? Well Then, Once More!

If We Affirm One Moment, We Thus Affirm Not Only Ourselves But All Existence. For Nothing Is Self-sufficient, Neither In Us Ourselves Nor In Things; And If Our Soul Has Trembled With Happiness And Sounded Like A Harp String Just Once, All Eternity Was Needed To Produce This One Event - And In This Single Moment Of Affirmation All Eternity Was Called Good, Redeemed, Justified, And Affirmed.

To Be Ashamed Of One's Immorality: That Is A Step On The Staircase At Whose End One Is Also Ashamed Of One's Morality.

The Philosopher Caught In The Nets Of Language.

There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.

Moralities And Religions Are The Principal Means By Which One Can Make Whatever One Wishes Out Of Man, Provided One Possesses A Superfluity Of Creative Forces And Can Assert One's Will Over Long Periods Of Time In The Form Of Legislation And Customs.

Genteel Women Suppose That Those Things Do Not Really Exist About Which It Is Impossible To Talk In Polite Company.

He Who Lives As Children Live - Who Does Not Struggle For His Bread And Does Not Believe That His Actions Possess Any Ultimate Significance - Remains Childlike.

Go Up Close To Your Friend, But Do Not Go Over To Him! We Should Also Respect The Enemy In Our Friend.

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.

One Should Steal Only Where One Cannot Rob.

Anyone Who Has Declared Someone Else To Be An Idiot, A Bad Apple, Is Annoyed When It Turns Out In The End That He Isn't.

Everything In The World Displeases Me: But, Above All, My Displeasure In Everything Displeases Me.

Dissatisfaction

Of All Writings I Love Only That Which Is Written With Blood. Write With Blood: And You Will Discover That Blood Is Spirit.

Like Tourists Huffing And Puffing To Reach The Peak We Forget The View On The Way Up.

There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.

If A Man Has Character, He Has Also His Typical Experience, Which Always Recurs.

In All Institutions From Which The Cold Wind Of Open Criticism Is Excluded, An Innocent Corruption Begins To Grow Like A Mushroom - For Example, In Senates And Learned Societies

And When Your Soul Becometh Great, Then Doth It Become Haughty, And In Your Sublimity There Is Wickedness.

In Some Remote Corner Of The Universe, Poured Out And Glittering Among Innumerable Solar Systems, There Once Was A Star On Which Clever Animals Invented Knowledge.

From The Sun Did I Learn This, When It Goeth Down, The Exuberant One: Gold Doth It Then Pour Into The Sea, Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, -so That The Poorest Fisherman Roweth Even With Golden Oars! For This Did I Once See, And Did Not Tire Of Weeping In Beholding It. - Like The Sun Will Also Zarathustra Go Down: Now Sitteth He Here And Waiteth, Old Broken Tables Around Him, And Also New Tables Half-written.

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!

The Ordinary Man Is As Courageous And Invulnerable As A Hero When He Does Not Recognize Any Danger, When He Has No Eyes To See It.conversely, The Hero's Only Vulnerable Spot Is On His Back, And So Exactly Where He Has No Eyes.

Once Spirit Was God, Then It Became Man, And Now It Is Even Becoming Mob.

Once We Have Found Ourselves, We Must Understand How From Time To Time To Lose--and Then To Find--ourselves Once Again: Assuming,that Is, That We Are Thinkers. For A Thinker It Is A Drawback To Be Bound To A Single Person All The Time.

The Aphorism, The Apothegm, In Which I Am The First Among The Germans To Be A Master, Are The Forms Of “eternity”; It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Everyone Else Says In A Book — What Everyone Else Does Not Say In A Book.

Thus I Spoke, More And More Softly; For I Was Afraid Of My Own Thoughts And The Thoughts Behind My Thoughts.

When Virtue Has Slept It Will Arise More Vigorous.

However Modest One May Be In One's Demand For Intellectual Cleanliness, One Cannot Help Feeling, When Coming Into Contact With The New Testament, A Kind Of Inexpressible Discomfiture: For The Unchecked Impudence With Which The Least Qualified Want To Raise Their Voice On The Greatest Problems, And Even Claim To Be Judges Of Such Things, Surpasses All Measure. The Shameless Levity With Which The Most Intractable Problems (life, World, God, Purpose Of Life) Are Spoken Of, As If They Were Not Problems At All But Simply Things That These Little Bigots Knew!

He Who Denies His Own Vanity Usually Possesses It In So Brutal A Form That He Instinctively Shuts His Eyes To Avoid The Necessity Of Despising Himself.

Almost Two Thousand Years, And No New God!

You Know These Things As Thoughts, But Your Thoughts Are Not Your Experiences, They Are An Echo And After-effect Of Your Experiences: As When Your Room Trembles Whe Na Carriage Goes Past. I However Am Sitting In The Carriage, And Often I Am The Carriage Itself. Ina Man Who Thinks Like This, The Dichotomy Between Thinking And Feeling, Intellect And Passion, Has Really Disappeared. He Feels His Thoughts. He Can Fall In Love With An Idea. An Idea Can Make Him Ill.

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.

Strong Hope Is A Much Greater Stimulant Of Life Than Any Single Realised Joy Could Be.

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!

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.

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

Never To Talk About Oneself Is A Very Refined Form Of Hypocrisy.

I Know The Hatred And Envy Of Your Hearts. Ye Are Not Great Enough Not To Know Of Hatred And Envy. Then Be Great Enough Not To Be Ashamed Of Them!

In A Certain State It Is Indecent To Live Longer.

While Every Noble Morality Develops From A Triumphant Affirmation Of Itself, Slave Morality From The Outset Says No To What Is "outside," What Is "different," What Is "not Itself"; And This No Is Its Creative Deed.

The Good-they Cannot Create; They Are Always The Beginning Of The End.

A Bad Conscience Is Easier To Cope With Than A Bad Reputation.

Once Upon A Time, In Some Out Of The Way Corner Of That Universe Which Is Dispersed Into Numberless Twinkling Solar Systems, There Was A Star Upon Which Clever Beasts Invented Knowing.

You Know A Moment Is Important When It Is Making Your Mind Go Numb With Beauty.

The Radical Hostility, The Deadly Hostility Against Sensuality, Is Always A Symptom To Reflect On: It Entitles Us To Suppositions Concerning The Total State Of One Who Is Excessive In This Manner.

At Heart I Am A Warrior.

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

Then Is What You See Through This Window Onto The World So Lovely That You Have No Desire Whatsoever To Look Out Through Any Other Window, And That You Even Make An Attempt To Prevent Others From Doing So?

If A Man Have A Strong Faith He Can Indulge In The Luxury Of Skepticism.

In This State One Enriches Everything Out Of One's Own Fullness: Whatever One Sees, Whatever Wills Is Seen Swelled, Taut, Strong, Overloaded With Strength. A Man In This State Transforms Things Until They Mirror His Power—until They Are Reflections Of His Perfection. This Having To Transform Into Perfection Is—art.

About Sacrifice And The Offering Of Sacrifices, Sacrificial Animals Think Quite Differently From Those Who Look On: But They Have Never Been Allowed To Have Their Say.

Digressions, Objections, Delight In Mockery, Carefree Mistrust Are Signs Of Health.

Only You Must Have Worthy Foes Hate, But Not Enemies Worthy Of Contempt. You Must Be Proud Of Your Enemy.

We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of The Truth.

What Good Is All This Free-thinking, Modernity, And Turncoat Flexibility If At Some Gut Level You Are Still A Christian, A Catholic, And Even A Priest!

The Highest Type Of Free Men Should Be Sought Where The Highest Resistance Is Constantly Overcome: Five Steps From Tyranny, Close To The Threshold Of The Danger Of Servitude.

There Would Be No Sunshine In Society If The Born Flatterers, I Mean The So-called Amiable People, Did Not Bring It In With Them.

The Will To Power Can Express Itself Only Against Resistances; It Seeks That Which Resists It--this Is The Native Tendency Of Theamoeba When It Extends Its Pseudopodia And Gropes Around.

An Attack On The Roots Of Passion Means An Attack On The Roots Of Life.

In Order For Once To Get A Glimpse Of Our European Morality From A Distance, In Order To Compare It With Other Earlier Or Future Moralities, One Must Do As The Traveller Who Wants To Know The Height Of The Towers Of A City: He Leaves The City.

He Who Climbeth On The Highest Mountains, Laugheth At All Tragic Plays And Tragic Realities.

Just Look At The Faces Of The Great Christians! They Are The Faces Of Great Haters.

Even The Bravest Only Rarely Have Courage For What They Really Know.

Heavy, Heavy-hearted People Grow Lighter And Rise Occasionally To Their Surface Through Precisely That Which Makes Others Heavier,through Hatred And Love.

For As Long As They Praise You, Never Forget That It Is Not Yet Your Own Path That You Walk, But Another Person's.

Here One Must Think Profoundly To The Very Basis And Resist All Sentimental Weakness: Life Itself Is Essentially Appropriation, Injury, Conquest Of The Strange And Weak, Suppression, Severity, Obtrusion Of Peculiar Forms, Incorporation, And At The Least, Putting It Mildest, Exploitation - But Why Should One For Ever Use Precisely These Words On Which For Ages A Disparaging Purpose Has Been Stamped?

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.

You Gave Him An Opportunity Of Showing Greatness Of Character And He Did Not Seize It. He Will Never Forgive You For That.

Animals Know Nothing Of Themselves, And They Also Know Nothing Of The World.

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.

Most People Are Too Stupid To Act In Their Own Interest

When I Contemplated Purpose I Also Contemplated Chance And Foolishness.

You Say It Is The Good Cause That Hallows Even War? I Say Unto You: It Is The Good War That Hallows Any Cause.

He Who Thinks A Great Deal Is Not Suited To Be A Party Man: He Thinks His Way Through The Party And Out The Other Side Too Soon.

I Am Really Very, Very Tired Of Everything - More Than Tired.

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.

Good Deeds Shun The Light As Anxiously As Evil Deeds: The Latter Fear That Disclosure Will Bring On Pain (as Punishment), While The Former Fear That Disclosure Will Take Away Pleasure (that Pure Pleasure, That Pleasure Per Se, Which Immediately Ceases Once The Vanity's Satisfaction Is Added).

What Is Evil?-whatever Springs From Weakness.

The Future Influences The Present Just As Much As The Past.

I Was In Darkness, But I Took Three Steps And Found Myself In Paradise. The First Step Was A Good Thought, The Second, A Good Word; And The Third, A Good Deed.

When One Speaks Of Humanity, The Idea Is Fundamental That This Is Something Which Separates And Distinguishes Man From Nature. In Reality, However, There Is No Such Separation: "natural" Qualities And Those Called Truly "human" Are Inseparably Grown Together. Man, In His Highest And Noblest Capacities, Is Wholly Nature And Embodies Its Uncanny Dual Character. Those Of His Abilities Which Are Terrifying And Considered Inhuman May Even Be The Fertile Soil Out Of Which Alone All Humanity Can Grow In Impulse, Deed, And Work.

Woman Was God's Second Mistake.

What Verse Is For The Poet, Dialectical Thinking Is For The Philosopher. He Grasps For It In Order To Get Hold Of His Own Enchantment, In Order To Perpetuate It.

Respectability Offends My Taste.

Every God-man Created His Own God: And There Is No Worse Enmity On Earth Than That Between Gods.

Whoever Thinks Much And To Good Purpose Easily Forgets His Own Experiences, But Not The Thoughts Which These Experiences Have Called Forth.

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

My Solitude Doesn’t Depend On The Presence Or Absence Of People; On The Contrary, I Hate Who Steals My Solitude Without, In Exchange, Offering Me True Company.

There Are No Beautiful Surfaces Without A Terrible Depth.

He Who Knows Not How To Plant His Will In Things At Least Endows Them With Some Meaning: That Is To Say, He Believes That A Will Is Already Present In Them (a Principle Of Faith.)

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!

Men Inadvertently Comport Themselves With Nobility When They Have Grown Accustomed To Wanting Nothing From Others And Always Giving To Them.

I Wish To Be At Any Time Hereafter Only A Yea-sayer!

Only He Who Is Man Enough Will Release The Woman In Woman.

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die.

One Never Dives Into The Water To Save A Drowning Man More Eagerly Than When There Are Others Present Who Dare Not Take The Risk.

Whoever Aims Publicly At Great Things And At Length Perceives Secretly That He Is Too Weak To Achieve Them, Has Usually Also Insufficient Strength To Renounce His Aims Publicly, And Then Inevitably Becomes A Hypocrite.

A Friend Should Be A Master At Guessing And Keeping Still: You Must Not Want To See Everything.

In Every Real Man A Child Is Hidden That Wants To Play.

The Great Man... Is Colder, Harder, Less Hesitating, And Without Fear Of 'opinion'; He Lacks The Virtues That Accompany Respect And 'respectability,' And Altogether Everything That Is The 'virtue Of The Herd.' If He Cannot Lead, He Goes Alone... He Knows He Is Incommunicable: He Finds It Tasteless To Be Familiar... When Not Speaking To Himself, He Wears A Mask. There Is A Solitude Within Him That Is Inaccessible To Praise Or Blame.

Ah, There Are So Many Things Betwixt Heaven And Earth Of Which Only The Poets Have Dreamed!

Heaven And Earth

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

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?

Convictions Are Prisons.

The Value Of Life Itself Cannot Be Estimated.

Immortal Is The Moment When I Engendered The Recurrence. For The Sake Of This Moment I Bear The Recurrence.

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

You Say That I Should Be Your Teacher! See To It That I Am Your Pinion And Not Your Brake.

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

The Humanity Of Famous Intellectuals Lies In Being Wrong With Gracious Courtesy When Dealing With Those Who Are Not Famous.

If That Glad Message Of Your Bible Were Written In Your Faces, You Would Not Need To Demand Belief In The Authority Of That Book In Such Stiff-necked Fashion.

The Spiritual Activity Of Millennia Is Deposited In Language.

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

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.

It Is The Stillest Words That Bring The Storm.

When A Hundred Men Stand Together, Each Of Them Loses His Mind And Gets Another One.

For A Significant Man Woman, The One Thought He Values Greatly, To The Laughter And Scorn Of Insignificant Men, Is A Key To Hidden Treasure Chambers; For Those Others, It Is Nothing But A Piece Of Old Iron.

The Superman Is The Meaning Of The Earth. Let Your Will Say: The Superman Shall Be The Meaning Of The Earth!

Without Art We Would Be Nothing But Foreground And Live Entirely In The Spell Of That Perspective Which Makes What Is Closest At Hand And Most Vulgar Appear As If It Were Vast, And Reality Itself.

What Is Originality? To See Something That Has No Name As Yet And Hence Cannot Be Mentioned Although It Stares Us All In The Face. The Way Men Usually Are, It Takes A Name To Make Something Visible For Them.

Gradually It Has Become Clear To Me What Every Great Philosophy So Far Has Been: Namely, The Personal Confession Of Its Author And A Kind Of Involuntary And Unconscious Memoir.

Many A Peacock Hides His Peacock Tail From All Eyes--and Calls It His Pride.

How Much Beer Is In German Intelligence?

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 Destiny Of The Human Race Is To Widen The Gap Separating It From The Lower Races Of Animals. Any Code Of Morality Which Retains Its Permanence And Authority After The Conditions Of Existence Which Gave Rise To It Have Changed, Works Against This Upward Progress Of Man.

Lift Up Your Hearts, My Brothers, High, Higher! And Don't Forget About Your Legs Either! Lift Up Your Legs As Well, You Good Dancers, And Better Yet--stand Also On Your Heads!

And So While Dreams Are The Individual Man's Play With Reality, The Sculptor's Art Is (in A Broader Sense) The Play With Dreams.

Man Is More Sensitive To The Contempt That Others Feel Towards Him Than To The Contempt That He Feels Towards Himself.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

It Is Not In Our Hands To Prevent Our Birth; But We Can Correct This Mistake - For In Some Cases It Is A Mistake.

Anti-theses.- The Most Senile Thing Ever Thought About Man Is Contained In The Celebrated Saying 'the Ego Is Always Hateful'; The Most Childish Is The Even More Celebrated 'love Thy Neighbor As Thyself'. - In The Former, Knowledge Of Human Nature Has Ceased, In The Latter It Has Not Yet Even Begun.

As Regards The Celebrated Struggle For Life, It Seems To Me For The Present To Have Been Rather Asserted Than Proved. It Does Occur, But As The Exception; The General Aspect Of Life Is Not Hunger And Distress, But Rather Wealth, Luxury, Even Absurd Prodigality -- Where There Is A Struggle It Is A Struggle For Power.

The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven Must Send Its Roots To Hell.

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