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Whatever harm the evil may do, the harm done by the good is the most harmful harm.
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Life is fountain of joy; but where the rabble also gather to drink, all wells are poisoned.
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Christianity, alcohol the two great means of corruption.
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The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.
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No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
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The spirit of the poet craves spectators... even if only buffaloes.
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Whatever has value in our world now does not have value in itself, according to its nature - nature is always value-less, but has been given value at some time, as a present - and it was we who gave and bestowed it.
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The living is merely a type of what is dead, and a very rare type.
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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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The abdomen is the reason why man does not readily take himself to be a god.
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It is a terrible thought, to contemplate that an immense number of mediocre thinkers are occupied with really influential matters.
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Many deeds are done so as to forget another deed: there are also opiate activities. I exist so that another will be forgotten.
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Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.
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We must be physicists in order to be creative since so far codes of values and ideals have been constructed in ignorance of physics or even in contradiction to physics.
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That faith makes blessed under certain circumstances, that blessedness does not make of a fixed idea a true idea, that faith moves no mountains but puts mountains where there are none: a quick walk through a madhouse enlightens one sufficiently about this.
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How poisonous, how crafty, how bad, does every long war make one, which cannot be waged openly by means of force!
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He who has attained the freedom of reason to any extent cannot, for a long time, regard himself otherwise than as a wanderer on the face of the earth - and not even as a traveler towards a final goal, for there is no such thing. But he certainly wants to observe and keep his eyes open to whatever actually happens in the world; therefore he cannot attach his heart too firmly to anything individual; he must have in himself something wandering that takes pleasure in change and transitoriness.
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Towards gnats and fleas we should show no pity. We would do right to hang petty thieves, petty calumniators, and slanderers.
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Truth as Circe. - Error has transformed animals into men; is truth perhaps capable of changing man back into an animal?
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I am driven out of fatherlands and motherlands. Thus I now love only my children's land, yet undiscovered, in the farthest sea; for this I bid my sails search and search.
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We become aware, however, that all customs, even the hardest, grow pleasanter and milder with time, and that the severest way of life may become a habit and therefore a pleasure.
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Vorrecht der Grösse. - Es ist das Vorrecht der Grösse, mit geringen Gaben hoch zu beglücken.
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As soon as we are shown the existence of something old in a new thing, we are pacified.
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The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannising.