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Tragedy is dead! Poetry itself died with it! Away, away with you, puny, stunted imitators! Away with you to Hades, and eat your fill of the old masters' crumbs!
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For what purpose humanity is there should not even concern us: why you are here, that you should ask yourself: and if you have no ready answer, then set for yourself goals, high and noble goals, and perish in pursuit of them!
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All isolation is wrong so say the herd. And long didst thou belong to the herd.
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Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises.
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No one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any. By enlisting passion on his side he wants to stifle his reason and its doubts: thus he will acquire a good conscience and with it success among his fellow men.
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For both parties in a controversy, the most disagreeable way of retaliating is to be vexed and silent; for the aggressor usually regards the silence as a sign of contempt.
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In certain pious people I have found a hatred of reason, and have been favourably disposed to them for it: their bad intellectual conscience was at least exposed by that!
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Men seldom persevere in a vocation unless they believe or can convince themselves that it is fundamentally more important than anyother calling. Women are the same with their lovers.
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The will to overcome an emotion, is ultimately only the will of another, or of several other, emotions.
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You must await your thirst and allow it to become complete: otherwise you will never discover your spring, which can never be anyone else's!
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Good deeds shun the light as anxiously as evil deeds: the latter fear that disclosure will bring on pain (as punishment), while the former fear that disclosure will take away pleasure (that pure pleasure, that pleasure per se, which immediately ceases once the vanity's satisfaction is added).
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He who has always spared himself much will in the end become sickly of so much consideration. Praised be what hardens!
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Never to read another book that was born and baptized (with ink) at the same time.
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Yet tell me, my brothers: if a goal for humanity is still lacking, is there not still lacking--humanity itself?
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Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?
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The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
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How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.
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The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices--and to make sure that somebody notices.
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Growth in wisdom can be measured precisely by decline in bile.
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Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.
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Aphorisms should be peaks - and those who are addressed, tall and lofty. The air thin and pure, danger near, and the spirit full of gay sarcasm: these go well together.
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What is bad? -Everything that arises from weakness.
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Could one count such dilettantes and old spinsters as that mawkish apostle of virginity, Mainländer, as a genuine German? In the last analysis he probably was a Jew (all Jews become mawkish when they moralize).
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Smooth iceis paradisefor those who dance with expertise.