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Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking.
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As far as Germany extends it ruins culture.
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Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession…
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State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies; and this lie slips from its mouth: 'I, the state, am the people’.
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There are two different types of people in the world, those who want to know, and those who want to believe.
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Without the errors involved in the assumptions of ethics, man would have remained an animal. Thus has he taken himself as something higher and imposed rigid laws upon himself.
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The good generally displeases us when it is beyond our ken.
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The so-called paradoxes of an author, to which a reader takes exception, often exist not in the author's book at all, but rather in the reader's head.
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The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.
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A noble soul is not the one that can manage the highest flights but the one that rises very little and falls very little but always dwells in a free, resplendent atmosphere and altitude.
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"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!
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The best belongs to me and mine; and if we are not given it, we take it: the best food, the purest sky, the most robust thoughts, the fairest women!
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The surest sign of the estrangement of the opinions of two persons is when they both say something ironical to each other and neither of them feels the irony.
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A little wisdom is indeed possible; but this blessed security have I found in all things, that they prefer--to DANCE on the feet of chance.
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They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.
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But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!
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One who is publicly honest about himself ends up by priding himself somewhat on this honesty: for he knows only too well why he is honest-for the same reasons another person prefers illusion and dissimulation.
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Among twelve apostles there must always be one who is as hard as stone, so that the new church may be built upon him.
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There was at all events one advantage in the choice of this day to my birth; my birthday throughout the whole of my childhood was a day of public rejoicing.
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Whom do I hate most among the rabble of today? The socialist rabble, the chandala apostles, who undermine the instinct, the pleasure, the worker’s sense of satisfaction with his small existence–who make him envious, who teach him revenge. The source of wrong is never unequal rights but the claim of 'equal' rights.
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Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.
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The ascetic makes a necessity of virtue.
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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.
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I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.