Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes
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I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?" - for he is willing to succumb.
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Once you were apes, yet even now man is more of an ape than any of the apes.
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A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.
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Everything in woman hath a solution. It is called pregnancy.
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Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change even more than annihilation.
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What is the vanity of the vainest man compared with the vanity which the most modest possesses when, in the midst of nature and the world, he feels himself to be man!
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Die Länge des Tages. - Wenn man viel hineinzustecken hat, so hat ein Tag hundert Taschen.
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How much disgruntled heaviness, lameness, dampness, how much beer is there in the German intelligence.
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You lovers of knowledge! So what have you done out of your love of knowledge up to now? Have you already stolen and murdered so as to know how a thief and a murderer feels?
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Im Gebirge der Wahrheit kletterst du nie umsonst: Entweder du kommst schon heute weiter hinauf oder übst deine Kräfte, um morgen höher steigen zu können.
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The good four. Honest with ourselves and with whatever is friend to us; courageous toward the enemy; generous toward the vanquished; polite-always that is how the four cardinal virtues want us.
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If we train our conscience, it kisses us while it hurts.
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Even today a crude sort of persecution is all that is required to create an honorable name for any sect, no matter how indifferent in itself.
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Before the effect one believes in different causes than one does after the effect.
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From whatever you wish to know and measure you must take your leave, at least for a time. Only when you have left the town can yousee how high its towers rise above the houses.
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Lying very still and thinking very little is the most inexpensive medicine for all the sicknesses of the soul, and when administered with good intentions it grows more and more pleasant with each passing hour.
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In his heart every man knows quite well that, being unique, he will be in the world only once and that no imaginable chance will for a second time gather together into a unity so strangely variegated an assortment as he is: he knows it but hides it like a bad conscience.
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Nothing in life possesses value except the degree of power--assuming that life itself is the will to power.
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What a dissimilarity we see in walking, swimming, and flying. And yet it is one and the same motion: it is just that the load- bearing capacity of the earth differs from that of the water, and that that of the water differs from that of the air! Thus we should also learn to fly as thinkers--and not imagine that we are thereby becoming idle dreamers!
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The great end of art is to strike the imagination with the power of a soul that refuses to admit defeat even in the midst of a collapsing world.
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The sensible author writes for no other posterity than his own--that is, for his age--so as to be able even then to take pleasurein himself.
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The hour when you say, "What does my happiness matter? It is poverty and filth, and a wretched complacency. Yet my happiness should justify existence itself!
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There are no facts, only interpretations.
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There is nothing more necessary than truth, and in comparison with it everything else has only secondary value. This absolute will to truth: what is it? Is it the will to not allow ourselves to be deceived? Is it the will not to deceive? One does not want to be deceived, under the supposition that it is injurious, dangerous, or fatal to be deceived.