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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.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Young People Love What

Friedrich Nietzsche

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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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Clever People Are Never Credited With Their Follies: What A Deprivation Of Human Rights!

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

Your God Is Dead And Only The Ignorant Weep. And If You Claim There Is A Hell, Then We Shall Meet There!

We Must Be Physicists In Order To Be Creative Since So Far Codes Of Values And Ideals Have Been Constructed In Ignorance Of Physics Or Even In Contradiction To Physics.

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

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.

Our Writing Equipment Takes Part In Forming Our Thoughts.

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He Who Fights Too Long Against Dragons Becomes A Dragon Himself; And If You Gaze Too Long Into The Abyss, The Abyss Will Gaze Into You.

The Anarchist And The Christian Have A Common Origin.

In Every Party There Is One Person Who, Through His Dotingly Credulous Enunciation Of Party Principles, Incites The Other Members To Defection.

We Must Learn To Love, Learn To Be Kind, And This From The Earliest Youth; If Education Or Chance Give Us No Opportunity To Practice These Feelings, Our Soul Becomes Dry And Unsuited Even To Understanding The Tender Inventions Of Loving People.

I Presume That You Are Compassionate: To Be Without Pity Means To Be Sick In Body And Spirit. But One Should Have Spirit In Abundance, So As To Be Permitted To Be Compassionate! For Your Pity Is Detrimental To You And To Everyone.

Christianity Has The Rancor Of The Sick At Its Very Core-the Instinct Against The Healthy, Against Health. Everything That Is Well-constructed, Proud, Gallant And, Above All, Beautiful Gives Offense To Its Ears And Eyes.

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

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The Criminal Type Is The Type Of The Strong Human Being Under Unfavorable Circumstances: A Strong Human Being Made Sick.

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

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

Thoughts Are The Shadows Of Our Feelings - Always Darker, Emptier And Simpler.

The Most Dangerous Follower Is The One Whose Defection Would Destroy The Whole Party: Hence, The Best Follower.

Master-morality And Slave-morality.

The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.

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

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

When Man Does Not Have Firm, Calm Lines On The Horizon Of His Life- Mountain And Forest Lines, As It Were- Then A Man's Innermost Will Becomes Agitated, Preoccupied, And Wistful.

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

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There Are No Facts, Only Interpretations.

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.

The Most General Deficiency In Our Sort Of Culture And Education Is Gradually Dawning On Me: No One Learns, No One Strives Towards, No One Teaches--enduring Loneliness.

Even Today Many Educated People Think That The Victory Of Christianity Over Greek Philosophy Is A Proof Of The Superior Truth Of The Former - Although In This Case It Was Only The Coarser And More Violent That Conquered The More Spiritual And Delicate. So Far As Superior Truth Is Concerned, It Is Enough To Observe That The Awakening Sciences Have Allied Themselves Point By Point With The Philosophy Of Epicurus, But Point By Point Rejected Christianity.

Good Writers Have Two Things In Common: They Prefer To Be Understood Rather Than Admired; And They Do Not Write For Knowing And Over-acute Readers.

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

Youth Is An Unpleasant Period; For Then It Is Not Possible Or Not Prudent To Be Productive In Any Sense Whatsoever.

Some Rule Out Of A Lust For Ruling; Others, So As Not To Be Ruled:mto These It Is Merely The Lesser Of Two Evils.

The Domestication (the Culture) Of Man Does Not Go Deep--where It Does Go Deep It At Once Becomes Degeneration (type: The Christian). The 'savage' (or, In Moral Terms, The Evil Man) Is A Return To Nature--and In A Certain Sense His Recovery, His Cure From 'culture'.

He Who Is Usually Self-sufficient Becomes Exceptionally Vain And Keenly Alive To Fame And Praise When He Is Physically Ill. The More He Loses Himself The More He Has To Endeavor To Regain His Position By Means Of The Opinion Of Others.

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Women Are Constituted In Such A Way That All Truth (regarding Men, Love, Children, Society, The Purpose Of Life) Disgusts Them, And In Such A Way That They Try To Revenge Themselves On Anyone Who Opens Their Eyes.

That Grand Drama In A Hundred Acts, Which Is Reserved For The Next Two Centuries Of Europe-the Most Terrible, Most Questionable And Perhaps Also The Most Hopeful Of All Dramas.

A Matter That Becomes Clear Ceases To Concern Us.--what Was That God Thinking Who Counseled, "know Thyself!" Did He Perhaps Mean,"cease To Concern Yourself! Become Objective!"--and Socrates?--and "scientific Men"?

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.

It Is So Little True That Martyrs Offer Any Support To The Truth Of A Cause That I Am Inclined To Deny That Any Martyr Has Ever Had Anything To Do With The Truth At All.

To The Mean All Becomes Mean.

I Am The Leading Strings Of The Ego And The Prompter Of Its Concepts.

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

We Hear Only Those Questions For Which We Are In A Position To Find Answers.

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When Gods Die, They Always Die Many Sorts Of Death.

Worldly Wisdom Do Not Stay In The Field! Nor Climb Out Of Sight. The Best View Of The World Is From A Medium Height.

Follow In The Footsteps Of Your Fathers' Virtue! How Could You Hope To Climb High Unless Your Fathers' Will Climbs With You?

When A Nation Is On The Downward Path, When It Feels Its Belief In Its Own Future, Its Hope Of Freedom Slipping From It, When It Begins To See Submission As A First Necessity And The Virtues Of Submission As Measures Of Self-preservation, Then It Must Overhaul Its God.

The God On The Cross Is A Curse On Life, A Signpost To Seek Redemption From Life; Dionysus Cut To Pieces Is A Promise Of Life: It Will Be Eternally Reborn And Return Again From Destruction

Reason Is The Cause Of Our Falsification Of The Evidence Of The Senses. In So Far As The Senses Show Becoming, Passing Away, Change, They Do Not Lie.

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

We Deceive Ourselves When Giving Respect To The Person For Whom We Have Surrendered Ourselves, When We Respectively Expect Them To Be As We Would Wish Them To Be.

Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.

The Bad Gains Respect Through Imitation, The Good Loses It Especially In Art.

Women Want To Serve, And This Is Where Their Happiness Lies: But The Free Spirit Does Not Want To Be Served, And This Is Where Hishappiness Lies.

For Men Are Not Equal: Thus Speaks Justice.

One Does Well To Put On Gloves When Reading The New Testament. The Proximity Of So Much Uncleanliness Almost Forces One To Do This.

All Parties Attempt To Represent Important Things That Have Developed Outside Themselves As Unimportant, And Where They Fail In This They Assail Those Things All The More Bitterly The More Admirable They Are.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.

Even Great Spirits Have Only Their Five-fingers' Breadth Of Experience - Just Beyond It Their Thinking Ceases And Their Endless Empty Space And Stupidity Begins.

Heraclitus Was An Opponent Of All Democratic Parties.

There Are Men Who Desire Power Simply For The Sake Of The Happiness It Will Bring; These Belong Chiefly To Political Parties.

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

It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Others Say In A Whole Book.

Consider The Cattle, Grazing As They Pass You By. They Do Not Know What Is Meant By Yesterday Or Today, They Leap About, Eat, Rest, Digest, Leap About Again, And So From Morn Till Night And From Day To Day, Fettered To The Moment And Its Pleasure Or Displeasure, And Thus Neither Melancholy Nor Bored. [...] A Human Being May Well Ask An Animal: 'why Do You Not Speak To Me Of Your Happiness But Only Stand And Gaze At Me?' The Animal Would Like To Answer, And Say, 'the Reason Is I Always Forget What I Was Going To Say' - But Then He Forgot This Answer Too, And Stayed Silent.

It May Be That Until Now There Has Been No More Potent Means For Beautifying Man Himself Than Piety: It Can Turn Man Into So Much Art, Surface, Play Of Colors, Graciousness That His Sight No Longer Makes One Suffer.---

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.

Cynicism Is The Only Form In Which Base Souls Approach Honesty.

The Doer Is Merely A Fiction Added To The Deed ? The Deed Is Everything.

The Snake That Cannot Shed Its Skin Perishes.

Knowing Who You Are

What We Experience In Dreams - Assuming That We Experience It Often - Belongs In The End Just As Much To The Over-all Economy Of Our Soul As Anything Experienced "actually": We Are Richer Or Poorer On Account Of It.

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

Every Relationship That Does Not Raise Us Up Pulls Us Down, And Vice Versa; This Is Why Men Usually Sink Down Somewhat When They Take Wives While Women Are Usually Somewhat Raised Up. Overly Spiritual Men Require Marriage Every Bit As Much As They Resist It As Bitter Medicine.

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.

How Good Music And Bad Reasons Sound When One Marches Against An Enemy.

He Who Denies Himself Much In Great Matters Will Readily Indulge Himself In Small Things.

It Is Not Enough To Prove Something, One Also Has To Seduce Or Elevate People To It. That Is Why The Man Of Knowledge Should Learns How To Speak His Wisdom: And Often In Such A Way That It Sounds Like Folly!

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

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 . . .

If A Woman Possesses Manly Virtues, She Is To Be Run Away From; And If She Does Not Possess Them, She Runs Away Herself.

With Deep Men, As With Deep Wells, It Takes A Long Time For Anything That Falls Into Them To Hit Bottom. Onlookers, Who Almost Never Wait Long Enough, Readily Suppose That Such Men Are Callous And Unresponsive--or Even Boring.

Illusions Are Certainly Expensive Amusements; But The Destruction Of Illusions Is Still More Expensive, If Looked Upon As An Amusement, As It Undoubtedly Is By Some People.

Your Educators Can Only Be Your Liberators.

If There Is Something To Pardon In Everything, There Is Also Something To Condemn.

Regarding Life, The Wisest Men Of All Ages Have Judged Alike: It Is Worthless.

It Is Certainly Not The Least Charm Of A Theory That It Is Refutable; It Is Precisely Thereby That It Attracts The More Subtle Minds. It Seems That The Hundred-times-refuted Theory Of The "free Will" Owes Its Persistence To This Charm Alone; Some One Is Always Appearing Who Feels Himself Strong Enough To Refute It.

The Really Historical Performance Would Talk To Ghosts.

We Should Turn Our Death Into A Celebration, Even If Only Out Of A Malice Towards Life: Towards The Woman Who Wants To Leave--us!

Creation Is The Great Redemption From Suffering And All Life's Growing Light. But The Creator Must Be Suffering If Needed And Accept Much Change.

Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing. To Win Over Certain People To Something, It Is Only Necessary To Give It A Gloss Of Love Of Humanity, Nobility, Gentleness, Self-sacrifice - And There Is Nothing You Cannot Get Them To Swallow. To Their Souls, These Are The Icing, The Tidbit; Other Kinds Of Souls Have Others.

Show Me That You Are Redeemed, And I Will Believe In Your Redeemer.

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.

Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me At Home; Blue Are My Hands With His Friendly Handshaking

Enjoyment And Innocence Are The Most Bashful Things: Both Do Not Want To Be Sought.

The Misunderstanding Of Passion And Reason, As If The Latter Were An Independent Entity And Not Rather A System Of Relations Between Various Passions And Desires; And As If Every Passion Did Not Possess Its Quantum Of Reason.

Metaphysical World.- It Is True, There Could Be A Metaphysical World; The Absolute Possibility Of It Is Hardly To Be Disputed. We Behold All Things Through The Human Head And Cannot Cut Off This Head; While The Question Nonetheless Remains What Of The World Would Still Be There If One Had Cut It Off.

What Is More Harmful Than Any Vice? Practical Sympathy And Pity For All The Failures And All The Weak : Christianity.

Many Die Too Late, And Some Die Too Early. Yet Strangers Soundeth The Precept: "die At The Right Time!"

That A Person Cannot And Consequently Will Not Defend Himself, Does Not Yet Cast Disgrace Upon Him In Our Eyes ; But We Despise The Person Who Has Neither The Ability Nor The Good Will For Revenge Whether It Be A Man Or A Woman.

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.

We Count The Courtesies Accorded Us By Unpopular People As Offenses.

Necessity Is Not An Established Fact, But An Interpretation.

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Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

It Is Thus Only This Personal Feeling Of Misery That We Get Rid Of By Acts Of Pity.

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

And Nobody Lies As Much As The Indignant Do.

Where Do Your Greatest Dangers Lie?--in Pity.

I Hate You Most Because You Attract, But Are Not Strong Enough To Pull Me To You.

The Scaffolding Must Be Removed Once The House Is Built.

Sometimes In Our Relationship To Another Human Being The Proper Balance Of Friendship Is Restored When We Put A Few Grains Of Impropriety Onto Our Own Side Of The Scale.

Be Careful, Lest In Casting Out Your Demon You Exorcise The Best Thing In You.

You Lack The Courage To Be Consumed In Flames And To Become Ashes: So You Will Never Become New, And Never Young Again!

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.

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 Doer Alone Learneth.

The Moral Earth, Too, Is Round! The Moral Earth, Too, Has Its Antipodes! The Antipodes, Too, Have Their Right To Exist! There Is Still Another World To Be Discovered--and More Than One! Set Sail, You Philosophers!

Every Achievement, Every Step Forward In Knowledge, Is The Consequence Of Courage, Of Toughness Towards Oneself, Of Sincerity To Oneself

Natural Death Is Independent Of All Reason And Is Really An Irrational Death, In Which The Pitiable Substance Of The Shell Determines How Long The Kernel Is To Exist Or Not; In Which, Accordingly, The Stunted, Diseased And Dull Witted Jailer Is Lord, And Indicates The Moment At Which His Distinguished Prisoner Shall Die.

The Advantage Of A Bad Memory Is That One Enjoys Several Times The Same Good Things For The First Time.

Funny Inspirational

In Everything One Thing Is Impossible: Rationality.

There Is No More Dreary Or More Repulsive Creature Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius.

When A Man Is Ill His Very Goodness Is Sickly.

The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

The Patient. The Pine Tree Seems To Listen, The Fir Tree To Wait: And Both Without Impatience: - They Give No Thought To The Little People Beneath Them Devoured By Their Impatience And Their Curiosity.

Wherever Germany Extends Her Sway, She Ruins Culture.

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.

And I Offer You This Parable: Not A Few Who Sought To Cast Out Their Devil Entered Into The Swine Themselves.

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

I Mistrust All Systematizers And Avoid Them. The Will To A System Is A Lack Of Integrity.

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

A Reader Is Doubly Guilty Of Bad Manners Against An Author When He Praises His Second Book At The Expense Of His First (or Vice Versa) And Then Expects The Author To Be Grateful For What He Has Done.

One Who Is Always Deeply Involved In What He Is Doing Is Above All Embarrassment.

Like The Creatures Of The Forest And The Sea, I Love To Lose Myself For A While.

He Who Possesses Greatness Is Cruel Towards His Secondary Virtues And Considerations.

The Definition Of Morality: Morality Is The Idiosyncrasy Of Decadents Having The Hidden Desire To Revenge Themselves Upon Life - And Being Successful.

The Will To Overcome An Emotion, Is Ultimately Only The Will Of Another, Or Of Several Other, Emotions.

Beyond Good And Evil

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.

Giving Style” To One’s Character - A Great And Rare Art! It Is Exercised By Those Who See All The Strengths And Weaknesses Of Their Own Natures And Then Comprehend Them In An Artistic Plan Until Everything Appears As Art And Reason And Even Weakness Delights The Eye.

There Is A Universal Need To Exercise Some Kind Of Power, Or To Create For One's Self The Appearance Of Some Power, If Only Temporarily, In The Form Of Intoxication.

There Is An Innocence In Lying Which Is The Sign Of Good Faith In A Cause.

Remain True To The Earth.

Life Is The Will To Power; Our Natural Desire To Dominate And Reshape The World To Fit Our Own Preferences And Assert Our Personal Strength To The Fullest Degree.

We Do Not By Any Means Think It Desirable That The Kingdom Of Righteousness And Peace Should Be Established On Earth (because Under Any Circumstances It Would Be The Kingdom Of The Profoundest Mediocrity And Chinaism); We Rejoice In All Men, Who Like Ourselves Love Danger, War And Adventure, Who Do Not Make Compromises, Nor Let Themselves Be Captured, Conciliated And Stunted; We Count Ourselves Among The Conquerors; We Ponder Over The Need Of A New Order Of Things, Even Of A New Slavery For Every Strengthening And Elevation Of The Type "man" Also Involves A New Form Of Slavery.

There Are No Moral Phenomena At All, But Only A Moral Interpretation Of Phenomena.

For Some Natures, Changing Their Opinions Is Just As Much A Requirement Of Cleanliness As Changing Their Clothes: For Others, However, It Is Merely A Requirement Of Vanity.

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.

Respectability Offends My Taste.

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.

I Love Him Who Liveth In Order To Know, And Seeketh To Know In Order That The Superman May Hereafter Live. Thus Seeketh He His Own Down-going.

He Who Does Not Desire Much More From Things Than Knowledge Of Them Easily Makes Peace With His Soul.

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

One Who Has A Why Can Endure Anyhow.

All Preachers Of Morality, As Also All Theologians Have A Bad Habit In Common: All Of Them Try To Persuade Man That He Is Very Ill, And That A Severe, Final, Radical Cure Is Necessary.

He Who Attains His Ideal, Precisely Thereby Surpasses It.

Society Tames The Wolf Into A Dog. And Man Is The Most Domesticated Animal Of All.

We Attack Not Only To Hurt Someone, To Defeat Him, But Perhaps Also Simply To Become Conscious Of Our Own Strength.

Really Unreflective People Are Now Inwardly Without Christianity, And The More Moderate And Reflective People Of The Intellectual Middle Class Now Possess Only An Adapted, That Is To Say Marvelously Simplified Christianity. A God Who In His Love Arranges Everything In A Manner That In The End Will Be Best For Us; A God Who Gives To Us And Takes From Us Our Virtue And Our Happiness, So That As A Whole All Is Meet And Fit And There Is No Reason For Us To Take Life Sadly, Let Alone Exclaim Against It; In Short, Resignation And Modest Demands Elevated To Godhead

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.

Behind A Remarkable Scholar We Not Infrequently Find An Average Human Being, And Behind An Average Artist We Often Find A Very Remarkable Human Being.

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