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We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.
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No journey is too great, when one finds what one seeks.
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...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.
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Der Mensch strebt nicht nach Glück; nur der Engländer thut das
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The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.
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All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.
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O, what nowadays does science not conceal! How much, at least, it is meant to conceal!
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wir vermeinen, daß Härte, Gewaltsamkeit, Sklaverie, Gefahr auf der Gasse und im Herzen, Verborgenheit, Stoicismus, Versucherkunst und Teufelei jeder Art, daß alles Böse, Furchtbare, Tyrannische, Raubthier- und Schlangenhafte am Menschen so gut zur Erhöhung der Species »Mensch« dient, als sein Gegensatz...
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All religions bear traces of the fact that they arose during the intellectual immaturity of the human race - before it had learned the obligations to speak the truth. Not one of them makes it the duty of its god to be truthful and understandable in his communications.
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The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.
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What are man's truths ultimately? Merely his irrefutable errors.
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Art raises its head where creeds relax.
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One is punished best for one's virtues.
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At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid.
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When a man is in love he endures more than at other times; he submits to everything.
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Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.
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Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.
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Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.
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The only excuse for God is that he doesn't exist.
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New Domestic Animals. I want to have my lion and my eagle about me, that I may always have hints and premonitions concerning the amount of my strength or weakness. Must I look down on them today, and be afraid of them? And will the hour come once more when they will look up to me, and tremble?
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God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
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The Refinement of Shame. People are not ashamed to think something foul, but they are ashamed when they think these foul thoughts are attributed to them.
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Everything matters. Nothing's important.
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The future influences the present just as much as the past.