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You Shall Not Steal! You Shall Not Kill! Such Words Were Once Called Holy; Before Them People Bowrd Their Knees And Heads, And Removed Their Shoes. But I Ask You: Where Have There Ever Been Better Thieves And Killers In The World Than Such Holy Words Have Been? Is There Not In All Of Life Itself - Robbing And Killing? And When Such Words Were Called Holy, Was Not Truth Itself Thereby - Killed?

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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You Shall Not Steal!

Friedrich Nietzsche

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You Shall Not Steal! You Shall Not Kill! Such Words Were Once Called Holy; Before Them People Bowrd Their Knees And Heads, And Removed Their Shoes. But I Ask You: Where Have There Ever Been Better Thieves And Killers In The World Than Such Holy Words Have Been? Is There Not In All Of Life Itself - Robbing And Killing? And When Such Words Were Called Holy, Was Not Truth Itself Thereby - Killed?

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