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Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.
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We belong to an age whose culture is in danger of perishing through the means to culture.
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Christianity has the rancor of the sick at its very core-the instinct against the healthy, against health. Everything that is well-constructed, proud, gallant and, above all, beautiful gives offense to its ears and eyes.
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We are franker towards others than towards ourselves.
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Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall your eye show to me: free for what?
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What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what there is to love in man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.
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Life is a well of joy; but for those out of whom an upset stomach speaks, which is the father of melancholy, all wells are poisoned.
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There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.
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The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.
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Books and drafts mean something quite different for different thinkers. One collects in a book the lights he was able to steal and carry home swiftly out of the rays of some insight that suddenly dawned on him, while another thinker offers us nothing but shadows - images in black and grey of what had built up in his soul the day before.
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Did you ever say "yes" to a pleasure? oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain. all things are linked, entwined, in love with one another.
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Around the hero everything turns into a tragedy, around the demigod, a satyr-play, and around God--what? perhaps a "world"?
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Socrates condemned art because he preferred philosophy and only after much internal struggle did Plato accept this judgment.
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I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies-- and thus become silent.
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Stupidity in a woman is unfeminine.
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By losing your goal, You have lost your way.
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Feinde der Wahrheit. - Überzeugungen sind gefährlichere Feinde der Wahrheit, als Lügen.
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Only with the ultimate knowledge of all things will man have come to know himself. For things are but the boundaries of man.
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Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.
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Learning from one's enemies is the best way to love them, for it puts one into a grateful mood toward them.
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No one can draw more out of things, books included, than he already knows. A man has no ears for that to which experience has given him no access.
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Our vanity would have just that which we do best count as that which is hardest for us. The origin of many a morality.
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The last Christian died on a cross.
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Every week we ought to have one hour for recieving letters, then go take a bath.