Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes
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An artist chooses his subjects: that is the way he praises.
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A nation usually renews its youth on a political sick-bed, and there finds again the spirit which it had gradually lost in seeking and maintaining power.
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But thought is one thing, the deed is another, and the image of the deed still another: the wheel of causality does not roll between them.
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It is not in how one soul approaches another but in how it withdraws that I knowr its affinity and solidarity with the other.
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Truth is the kind of error without which a certain species of life could not live. The value for life is ultimately decisive.
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The grand style follows suit with all great passion. It disdains to please, it forgets to persuade. It commands. It wills.
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I have found strength where one does not look for it: in simple, mild, and pleasant people, without the least desire to rule -- and, conversely, the desire to rule has often appeared to me a sign of inward weakness: they fear their own slave soul and shroud it in a royal cloak (in the end, they still become the slaves of their followers, their fame, etc.)
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Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
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A living being seeks, above all, to discharge its strength. Life is will to power.
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Every attainment, every step forward in knowledge, follows from courage, from hardness against oneself, from cleanliness in relation to oneself.
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The noble caste was in the beginning always the barbarian caste: their superiority lay, not in their physical strength, but primarily in their psychical - they were more complete human beings.
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I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous - a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.
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The hypocrite who always plays one and the same part ceases at last to be a hypocrite.
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What do we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on its body?
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In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.
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The truth is ugly: we have art so as not to perish from the truth.
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He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.
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He who is dissatisfied with himself is continually ready for revenge and we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly sight. For the sight of the ugly makes one bad and gloomy.
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Morality makes stupid.- Custom represents the experiences of men of earlier times as to what they supposed useful and harmful - but the sense for custom (morality) applies, not to these experiences as such, but to the age, the sanctity, the indiscussability of the custom. And so this feeling is a hindrance to the acquisition of new experiences and the correction of customs: that is to say, morality is a hindrance to the development of new and better customs: it makes stupid.
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One does not want to be deceived, under the supposition that it is injurious, dangerous, or fatal to be deceived.
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Disobedience- that is the nobility of slaves.
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Faith actually moves no mountains, but instead raises them up where there were none before.
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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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Whoever writes in blood and aphorisms wants not to be learned but to be learned by heart.