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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!

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You Should Seek Your

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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!

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

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That Which Does Not Kill Us Makes Us Stronger.

Man Is No Longer An Artist, He Has Become A Work Of Art.

Do You Suppose That Sacrifice Is The Hallmark Of Moral Action?--just Stop To Consider Whether Sacrifice Is Not Involved In Every Action That Is Done With Deliberation, The Worst As Well As The Best.

Ah, How Little You Know Of Human Happiness - You Comfortable And Benevolent People! For Happiness And Unhappiness Are Brother And Sister - Or Even Twins Who Grow Up Together - Or In Your Case - Remain Small Together!

Man Does Not Strive For Happiness; Only The Englishman Does That.

The Familiarity Of Superiors Embitters One, Because It May Not Be Returned.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake... I Would Only Believe In A God Who Knew How To Dance.

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

For A Tree To Become Tall It Must Grow Tough Roots Among The Rocks.

The Thirst For Equality Can Express Itself Either As A Desire To Draw Everyone Down To One's Level, Or To Raise Oneself And Everyone Else Up.

The Hypocrite Who Always Plays One And The Same Part Ceases At Last To Be A Hypocrite.

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.

To One Who Is Accustomed To Thinking A Lot, Every New Thought That He Hears Or Reads About Immediately Appears As A Link In A Chain.

Glance Into The World Just As Though Time Were Gone: And Everything Crooked Will Become Straight To You.

To Learn From Our Enemies Is The Best Pathway To Loving Them: For It Makes Us Grateful To Them.

Active, Successful Natures Act, Not According To The Maxim, "know Thyself," But As If Prompted By The Commandment: Will A Self, And So Become A Self.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

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.)

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.

All Philosophy Is A Form Of Confession.

Artists May Here Have A More Subtle Scent: They Know Only Too Well That It Is Precisely When They Cease To Act 'voluntarily' And Do Everything Of Necessity That Their Feeling Of Freedom, Subtlety, Fullness Of Power, Creative Placing, Disposing, Shaping Reaches Its Height - In Short, That Necessity And 'freedom Of Will' Are Then One In Them.

Preparatory Human Beings. - I Welcome All Signs That A More Virile, Warlike Age Is About To Begin, Which Will Restore Honour To Courage Above All! For This Age Shall Prepare The Way For One Yet Higher, And It Shall Gather The Strength That This Higher Age Will Require Some Day - The Age That Will Carry Heroism Into The Search For Knowledge And That Will Wage Wars For The Sake Of Ideas And Their Consequences.

On The Heights It Is Warmer Than People In The Valley Suppose, Especially In Winter. The Thinker Recognizes The Full Import Of This Simile.

One Does Not Only Wish To Be Understood When One Writes; One Wishes Just As Surely Not To Be Understood.

The Philosopher Believes That The Value Of His Philosophy Lies In The Whole, In The Building: Posterity Discovers It In The Bricks With Which He Built And Which Are Then Often Used Again For Better Building: In The Fact, That Is To Say, That Building Can Be Destroyed And Nonetheless Possess Value As Material.

No One Talks More Passionately About His Rights Than He Who In The Depths Of His Soul Doubts Whether He Has Any. By Enlisting Passion On His Side He Wants To Stifle His Reason And Its Doubts: Thus He Will Acquire A Good Conscience And With It Success Among His Fellow Men.

Not With Wrath Do We Kill, But With Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

A Subject For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom After The Seventh Day Of Creation.

Childhood And Youth Are Ends In Themselves, Not Stages.

What Is Done Out Of Love Always Occurs Beyond Good And Evil.

There Is Nothing We Like To Communicate To Others As Much As The Seal Of Secrecy Together With What Lies Under It.

[heraclitus' Language] Dispenses With Lightness And Artificial Decoration, Foremost Out Of Disgust For Humanity And Out Of [his Own] Defiant Feeling.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding

Modern Marriage Has Lost Its Meaning--consequently It Is Being Abolished.

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

If You Have An Enemy, Do Not Requite Him Evil With Good, For That Would Put Him To Shame. Rather Prove That He Did You Some Good.

When You Look Into An Abyss, The Abyss Also Looks Into You.

One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.

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.

And Once You Are Awake, You Shall Remain Awake Eternally.

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

It Is Obvious That All Sense Has Gone Out Of Modern Marriage; Which Is, However, No Objection To Marriage But To Modernity.

The Reason Adultery Is Immoral Is That It Might Lead To Marriage.

The Parasites Live Where The Great Have Little Secret Sores.

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.

The Value Of Life Itself Cannot Be Estimated.

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

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

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.

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“evil Men Have No Songs.” How Is It, Then, That The Russians Have Songs?

I Am A Prelude To Better Players, O My Brothers! An Example! Follow My Example!

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Young People Love What Is Interesting And Odd, No Matter How True Or False It Is. More Mature Minds Love What Is Interesting And Odd About Truth. Fully Mature Intellects, Finally, Love Truth, Even When It Appears Plain And Simple, Boring To The Ordinary Person; For They Have Noticed That Truth Tends To Reveal Its Highest Wisdom In The Guise Of Simplicity.

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We Should Not Talk About Our Friends: Otherwise We Will Talk Away The Feeling Of Friendship.

One Man Runs To His Neighbor Because He Is Looking For Himself, And Another Because He Wants To Loose Himself. Your Bad Love Of Yourselves Makes Solitude A Prison For You.

Necessity Is An Interpretation, Not A Fact.

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.

The Worst Readers Are Those Who Behave Like Plundering Troops: They Take Away A Few Things They Can Use, Dirty And Confound The Remainder, And Revile The Whole.

Aphorisms Should Be Peaks - And Those Who Are Addressed, Tall And Lofty. The Air Thin And Pure, Danger Near, And The Spirit Full Of Gay Sarcasm: These Go Well Together.

Christianity Has Done Its Utmost To Close The Circle And Declared Even Doubt To Be Sin. One Is Supposed To Be Cast Into Belief Without Reason, By A Miracle, And From Then On To Swim In It As In The Brightest And Least Ambiguous Of Elements: Even A Glance Towards Land, Even The Thought That One Perhaps Exists For Something Else As Well As Swimming, Even The Slightest Impulse Of Our Amphibious Nature

I Climb Upon The Highest Mountains, Laughing At All Tragedies - Whether Real Or Imaginary.

You Want To Make Him Interested In You? Then Pretend To Be Embarrassed In His Presence-

The Most Common Sort Of Lie Is The One Uttered To One's Self.

Knowing Who You Are

Along The Journey We Commonly Forget Its Goal. Almost Every Vocation Is Chosen And Entered Upon As A Means To A Purpose But Is Ultimately Continued As A Final Purpose In Itself. Forgetting Our Objectives Is The Most Frequent Stupidity In Which We Indulge Ourselves.

Not Doubt, Certainty Is What Drives One Insane.

A Man Far Oftener Appears To Have A Decided Character From Persistently Following His Temperament Than From Persistently Following His Principles.

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

Among The Wealthy, Generosity Is Often Merely A Kind Of Shyness.

He Who Bestows Something Great Receives No Gratitude; For In Accepting It The Recipient Has Already Been Weighed Down Too Much.

Horrible Experiences Lead Us To Wonder Whether The Person Who Experiences Them Might Not Be Something Horrible.

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

Whoever Possesses Abundant Joy Must Be A Good Man: But He Is Probably Not The Cleverest Man, Although He Achieves Exactly What It Is That The Cleverest Man Strives With All His Cleverness To Achieve.

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.

Knowing Things Halfway Is A Greater Success Than Knowing Things Completely: It Takes Things To Be Simpler Than They Really Are Andso Makes Its Opinions More Easily Understandable And Persuasive.

A Little Health Now And Again Is The Ailing Person's Best Remedy.

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.

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.

I Understand By 'freedom Of Spirit' Something Quite Definite - The Unconditional Will To Say No, Where It Is Dangerous To Say No.

Everything Matters. Nothing's Important.

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

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.

At The Very Moment When Someone Is Beginning To Take Philosophy Seriously, The Whole World Believes The Opposite.

Many Are Obstinate With Regard To The Pathway Once They Have Set Upon It, Few With Regard To The Goal.

People Press Toward The Light Not In Order To See Better But In Order To Shine Better.--we Are Happy To Regard The One Before Whomwe Shine As Light.

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

Intoxicating Joy Is It For The Sufferer To Look Away From His Suffering And Forget Himself. Intoxicating Joy And Self-forgetting, Did The World Once Seem To Me.

Writers Ought To Be Regarded As Wrongdoers Who Deserve To Be Acquitted Or Pardoned Only In The Rarest Cases: That Would Be A Way To Keep Books From Getting Out Of Hand.

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

This Sign I Give You: Every People Speaks Its Tongue Of Good And Evil, Which The Neighbor Does Not Understand. It Has Invented Its Own Language Of Customs And Rights.

No Honey Is Sweeter Than That Of Knowledge.

The Genius-in Work And In Deed-is Necessarily A Squanderer: The Fact That He Spends Himself Constitutes His Greatness.

Robinson Had A Servant Even Better Than Friday: His Name Was Crusoe.

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

Pollution Control

What Is The Strongest Cure?--victory.

Everywhere Resoundeth The Voices Of Those Who Preach Death; And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Death Hath To Be Preached.

Hope In Reality Is The Worst Of All Evils Because It Prolongs The Torments Of Man.

I Love Him Who Is Of A Free Spirit And A Free Heart: Thus Is His Head Only The Bowels Of His Heart; His Heart, However, Causeth His Down-going.

My Time Has Not Yet Come Either; Some Are Born Posthumously.

The Voice Of Beauty Speaks Softly; It Creeps Only Into The Most Fully Awakened Souls

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.

With The Unknown, One Is Confronted With Danger, Discomfort, And Care; The First Instinct Is To Abolish These Painful States. First Principle: Any Explanation Is Better Than None. . . . The Causal Instinct Is Thus Conditional Upon, And Excited By, The Feeling Of Fear. The "why?" Shall, If At All Possible, Not Give The Cause For Its Own Sake So Much As For A Particular Kind Of Cause -- A Cause That Is Comforting, Liberating, And Relieving.

Those That Achieve Anything That Looks Beyond The Vision And Thinking Of Their Peers Provoke Jealousy And Hatred Disguised As The Ordinary.

Stupid As A Man, Say The Women: Cowardly As A Woman, Say The Men. Stupidity In A Woman Is Unwomanly.

A Man Of Genius Is Unbearable, Unless He Possesses At Least Two Things Besides: Gratitude And Purity.

Lust And Self-mutilation Are Closely Related Impulses. There Are Also Self-mutilators Among Knowers: They Do Not Want To Be Creators Under Any Circumstances.

Loneliness Is One Thing, Solitude Another.

Of What Is Great One Must Either Be Silent Or Speak With Greatness. With Greatness--that Means Cynically And With Innocence.

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.

The Dyed-in-the-wool Teacher Takes Everything Seriously Only With Respect To His Students--himself Included.

Our Vanity Would Have Just That Which We Do Best Count As That Which Is Hardest For Us. The Origin Of Many A Morality.

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

Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be Hated; But Not Foes To Be Despised: Ye Must Be Proud Of Your Foes.

Weariness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity-and Finally Liberty Is Bestowed By Sleep.

Enjoy Life. This Is Not A Dress Rehearsal.

By Losing Your Goal, You Have Lost Your Way.

Accomplish Your Goals

And It Is The Great Noon When Man Stands At The Midpoint Of His Course Between Beast And Superman And Celebrates His Way To The Evening As His Highest Hope: For It Is The Way To A New Morning.

Christianity Is A Metaphysics Of The Hangman.

It Is Not To Everyone's Taste That Truth Should Be Pronounced Pleasant. But At Least Let No One Believe That Error Becomes Truth When It Is Pronounced Unpleasant.

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.

The So Called Unconscious Inferences Can Be Traced Back To The All-preserving Memory, Which Presents Us With Parallel Experiences And Hence Already Knows The Consequences Of An Action. It Is Not Anticipation Of The Effects; Rather, It Is The Feeling: Identical Causes, Identical Effects . . .

One Does Not Hate So Long As One Continues To Rate Low, But Only When One Has Come To Rate Equal Or Higher.

No One Can Draw More Out Of Things, Books Included, Than He Already Knows. A Man Has No Ears For That To Which Experience Has Given Him No Access.

He Who Cannot Command Himself Should Obey. And Many Can Command Themselves, But Much Is Still Lacking Before They Can Obey Themselves.

It Is Only When We Have Ceased To Be The Followers Of Our Followers That We Comprehend How Meaningless Followers Are.

Physiologists Should Think Before Putting Down The Instinct Of Self-preservation As The Cardinal Instinct Of An Organic Being. A Living Thing Seeks Above All To Discharge Its Strength--life Itself Is Will To Power; Self-preservation Is Only One Of The Indirect And Most Frequent Results.

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

It Is A Prejudice To Think That Morality Is More Favourable To The Development Of Reason Than Immorality.

Has Anyone...any Distinct Notion Of What Poets Of A Stronger Age Understood By The Word Inspiration? ... There Is An Ecstasy Such That The Immese Strain Of It Is Sometimes Relaxed By A Flood Of Tears, Along With Which One's Steps Either Rush Or Involuntarily Lag, Alternately. There Is The Feeling That One Is Completely Out Of Hand, With The Very Distinct Consciousness Of An Endless Number Of Fine Thrills And Quiverings To The Very Toes... Everything Happens Quite Involuntarily, As If In A Tempestuous Outburst Of Freedom, Of Absoluteness, Of Power And Divinity.

It Is Nothing But Fanaticism And Beautiful Soulism To Expect Very Much (or Even, Much Only) From Humanity When It Has Forgotten How To Wage War.

Life Without Music Is No Life At All.

Life Without Music

In The Last Analysis, Even The Best Man Is Evil: In The Last Analysis, Even The Best Woman Is Bad.

A Change Of Values - That Means, A Change Of The Creators Of Values. He Who Has To Be A Creator Always Has To Destroy.

We Pay Dearly For Immortality: We Die For It More Than Once During Our Lifetimes.

If A Woman Seeks Education It Is Probably Because Her Sexual Apparatus Is Malfunctioning.

The Sick Are The Greatest Danger For The Healthy; It Is Not From The Strongest That Harm Comes To The Strong, But From The Weakest.

We Possess Art Lest We Perish Of The Truth.

The English Are A Nation Of Consummate Cant.

There Are Two Different Types Of People In The World, Those Who Want To Know, And Those Who Want To Believe.

We No Longer Love Our Knowledge Enough Once We Have Passed It On.

To Forget One's Purpose Is The Commonest Form Of Stupidity.

What Do We Have In Common With The Rosebud, Which Trembles Because A Drop Of Dew Lies On Its Body?

It Is Not The Strengths, But The Durations Of Great Sentiments That Make Great Men.

To Have To Fight The Instincts - That Is The Definition Of Decadence: As Long As Life Is Ascending, Happiness Equals Instinct.

Who Can Attain To Anything Great If He Does Not Feel In Himself The Force And Will To Inflict Great Pain?

When I Seek Another Word For 'music', I Never Find Any Other Word Than 'venice'

Thinking About Suicide Is A Potent Consolation: It Helps Us To Get Through Many A Bad Night.

Evolution Does Not Make Happiness Its Goal; It Aims Simply At Evolution And Nothing Else.

I Overcame Myself, The Sufferer; I Carried My Own Ashes To The Mountains; I Invented A Brighter Flame For Myself.

Subordination To Morality Can Be Slavish Or Vain Or Self- Interested Or Resigned Or Gloomily Enthusiastic Or Thoughtless Or An Act Of Despair, Just As Subordination To A Prince Can Be: In Itself It Is Nothing Moral.

One Is Punished Best For One's Virtues.

Live Dangerously. Build Your Cities On The Slopes Of Vesuvius.

Whoever Writes In Blood And Aphorisms Wants Not To Be Learned But To Be Learned By Heart.

Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.

Man Is At His Furthest Remove From The Animal As A Child, His Intellect Most Human. With His Fifteenth Year And Puberty He Comes Astep Closer To The Animal; With The Sense Of Possessions Of His Thirties (the Median Line Between Laziness And Greediness), Still Another Step. In His Sixtieth Year Of Life He Frequently Loses His Modesty As Well, Then The Septuagenarian Steps Up To Us As A Completely Unmasked Beast: One Need Only Look At The Eyes And The Teeth.

Have You Noticed There Are No Interesting People In Heaven? -just A Hint To The Girls As To Where They Can Find Their Salvation.

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.

Liberal Institutions Straightway Cease Being Liberal The Moment They Are Soundly Established: Once This Is Attained, No More Grievous And More Thorough Enemies Of Freedom Exist Than Liberal Institutions.

The Small Force That It Takes To Launch A Boat Into The Stream Should Not Be Confused With The Force Of The Stream That Carries It Along: But This Confusion Appears In Nearly All Biographies.

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.

No, Life Has Not Disappointed Me. On The Contrary, I Find It Truer, More Desirable And Mysterious Every Year -- Ever Since The Day When The Great Liberator Came To Me: The Idea That Life Could Be An Experiment Of The Seeker For Knowledge -- And Not A Duty, Not A Calamity, Not Trickery.

But By My Love And Hope I Beseech You: Do Not Throw Away The Hero In Your Soul! Hold Holy Your Highest Hope!

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.

Ultimately, It Is The Desire, Not The Desired, That We Love.

Men Should Learn To Live With The Same Seriousness With Which Children Play.

A Life Without Music Is An Error.

Life Without Music

A Vocation Is The Backbone Of Life.

Life And Living

For Both Parties In A Controversy, The Most Disagreeable Way Of Retaliating Is To Be Vexed And Silent; For The Aggressor Usually Regards The Silence As A Sign Of Contempt.

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!

I Condemn Christianity; I Bring Against The Christian Church The Most Terrible Of All Accusations That An Accuser Has Ever Had In His Mouth. It Is, To Me, The Greatest Of All Imaginable Corruptions; It Seeks To Work The Ultimate Corruption, The Worse Possible Corruption. The Christian Church Has Left Nothing Untouched By Its Depravity; It Has Turned Every Value Into Worthlessness, And Every Truth Into A Lie, And Every Integrity Into Baseness Of Soul.

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.

In Almost All Sciences The Fundamental Knowledge Is Either Found In Earliest Times Or Is Still Being Sought.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

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.

The Secret Of Reaping The Greatest Fruitfulness And The Greatest Enjoyment From Life Is To Live Dangerously.

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.

Against War It May Be Said That It Makes The Victor Stupid And The Vanquished Revengeful.

There Is No More Dangerous Error Than That Of Mistaking The Consequence For The Cause.

Both Classically- And Romantically-minded Spirits-inasmuch As These Two Species Always Exist-occupy Themselves With A Vision Of The Future: But The Former Do So Out Of A Strength Of Their Age, The Latter Out Of Its Weakness.

Visions Of The Future

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

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

What Convinces Is Not Necessarily True-it Is Merely Convincing: A Note For Asses.

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.

Socrates ... Is The First Philosopher Of Life [lebensphilosoph], ... Thinking Serves Life, While Among All Previous Philosophers Life Had Served Thought And Knowledge. ... Thus Socratic Philosophy Is Absolutely Practical: It Is Hostile To All Knowledge Unconnected To Ethical Implications.

Without Cruelty There Is No Festival: Thus The Longest And Most Ancient Part Of Human History Teaches And In Punishment There Is So Much That Is Festive!

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