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Gott ist tot! aber so wie die Art der Menschen ist, wird es vielleicht noch Jahrtausende lang Höhlen geben, in denen man seinen Schatten zeigt. - Und wir - Wir müssen auch noch seinen Schatten besiegen.
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One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
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I desire that your conjectures should not reach beyond your creative will. Could you create a god? Then do not speak to me of any gods.
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You lack the courage to be consumed in flames and to become ashes: so you will never become new, and never young again!
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It is possible that the production of genius is reserved to a limited period of mankind's history.
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Die Leugner des Zufalls. - 'Kein Sieger glaubt an den Zufall.'
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After Buddha was dead, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave.
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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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Morality is: the mediocre are worth more than the exceptions … I abhore Christianity with a deadly hatred.
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I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.
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Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.
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The destiny of the human race is to widen the gap separating it from the lower races of animals. Any code of morality which retains its permanence and authority after the conditions of existence which gave rise to it have changed, works against this upward progress of man.
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I will believe in the Redeemer when the Christians look a little more redeemed.
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When we cannot stand certain people, we try to have suspicions about them.
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I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.
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A good seat on a horse steals away your opponent's courage and your onlooker's heart-what reason is there to attack? Sit like one who has conquered?
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Better know nothing than half-know many things.
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Whoever wishes to justify [Philosophy] must show … to what ends a healthy culture uses and has used philosophy.
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Intoxicating joy is it for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, did the world once seem to me.
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To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has wished, drawing the sum of one's life--all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death.
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Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.
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You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down because I am exalted.
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Whatever we have words for, that we have already got beyond.
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A book should long for pen, ink, and writing-table: but usually it is pen, ink, and writing-table that long for a book. That is why books are so negligible nowadays.