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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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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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I and me are always too deeply in conversation.
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The higher its type, the more rarely a thing succeeds.
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When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.
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Why is it that wellnesses are not as contagious as illnesses--generally speaking, but also especially regarding taste? Or are there epidemics of health?
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He who seeks intelligence lacks intelligence.
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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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Philosophical systems are wholly true for their founders only.
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In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
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The strongest have their moments of fatigue.
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Art is the highest task and the proper metaphysical activity of this life.
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Whoever despises himself still esteems the despiser within himself.
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What was formerly merely sickly now becomes indecent : it is indecent to be a Christian today.
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The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime movement, a sacred Yes.
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Never to talk about oneself is a very refined form of hypocrisy.
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The desert grows: woe to him in whom deserts hide ...
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What Europe owes to the Jews? - Many things, good and bad, and above all one thing of the nature both of the best and the worst: the grand style in morality, the fearfulness and majesty of infinite demands, of infinite significations, the whole Romanticism and sublimity of moral questionableness - and consequently just the most attractive, ensnaring, and exquisite element in those iridescences and allurements to life, in the aftersheen of which the sky of our European culture, its evening sky, now glows - perhaps glows out.
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Most thinkers write badly, because they communicate not only their thoughts, but also the thinking of them.
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Whatever is profound loves masks; what is most profound even hates image and parable.
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Love is more afraid of change than destruction.
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Those that achieve anything that looks beyond the vision and thinking of their peers provoke jealousy and hatred disguised as the ordinary.
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Higher than "thou shalt" stands "I will" (the heroes), and higher than "I will" stands "I am" (the Greek gods).
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O sancta simplicitas! What strange simplification and falsification mankind lives on! One can never cease to marvel once one has acquired eyes for this marvel! How we have made everything around us bright and free and easy and simple! How we have known how to bestow on our senses a passport to everything superficial, on our thoughts a divine desire for wanton gambling and false conclusions! - how we have from the very beginning understood how to retain our ignorance so as to enjoy an almost inconceivable freedom, frivolity, impetuosity, bravery, cheerfulness of life, so as to enjoy life!