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A letter is an unannounced visit, the postman the agent of rude surprises. One ought to reserve an hour a week for receiving letters and afterwards take a bath.
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Knapsack of the Metaphysicians.- Those who boast so mightily of the scientificality of their metaphysics should receive no answer; it is enough to pluck at the bundle which, with a certain degree of embarrassment, they keep concealed behind their back; if one succeeds in opening it, the products of that scientificality come to light, attended by their blushes: a dear little Lord God, a nice little immortality, perhaps a certain quantity of spiritualism, and in any event a whole tangled heap of 'wretched poor sinner' and Pharisee arrogance.
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It was Christianity, with its heartfelt resentment against life, that first made something unclean of sexuality: it threw filth on the origin, on the essential fact of our life.
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In a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.
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The surest aid in combating the male's disease of self-contempt is to be loved by a clever woman.
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The rights which a man arrogates to himself are relative to the duties which he sets himself, and to the tasks which he feels capable of performing.
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Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?
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And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
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It is only those who know how to feel that "this is not good" who devise improvements.
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In solitude there grows what anyone brings into it, the inner beast too. Therefore solitude is inadvisable to many.
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The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.
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Evolution does not make happiness its goal; it aims simply at evolution and nothing else.
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I and me are always too deeply in conversation.
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Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal.
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But thus I counsel you, my friends: Mistrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful. They are people of a low sort and stock; the hangmen and the bloodhound look out of their faces. Mistrust all who talk much of their justice! Verily, their souls lack more than honey. And when they call themselves the good and the just, do not forget that they would be pharisees, if only they had-power.
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It is the most sensual men who need to flee women and torment their bodies.
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The higher its type, the more rarely a thing succeeds.
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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.
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Take a chance and try my fare! It will grow on you, I swear; Soon it will taste good to you!
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Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
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The criminal is quite frequently not equal to his deed: he belittles and slanders it.
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Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.
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Being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!
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The purpose of criminal law is to punish the enemies of those in power.