Friedrich Nietzsche

He turns all of his injuries into strengths, that which does not kill him makes him stronger, he is superman.

There is no better soporific and sedative than skepticism.

Learn to see - accustoming the eye to calm, to patience, to letting-things-come-to-it; learning to defer judgment, to encircle and encompass the question on all sides.

Where there is the tree of knowledge, there is always Paradise: so say the most ancient and most modern serpents.

In order to acquire intellect one must need it. One loses it when it is no longer necessary.

History belongs above all to the man...who needs models, teachers, comforters and cannot find them among his contemporaries.

Even the pluckiest among us has but seldom the courage of what he really knows.

My conception of freedom. — The value of a thing sometimes does not lie in that which one attains by it, but in what one pays for it — what it costs us. Liberal institutions cease to be liberal as soon as they are attained: later on, there are no worse and no more thorough injurers of freedom than liberal institutions.

Thus the man who is responsive to artistic stimuli reacts to the reality of dreams as does the philosopher to the reality of existence; he observes closely, and he enjoys his observation: for it is out of these images that he interprets life, out of these processes that he trains himself for life.

The final reward of the dead - to die no more

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.

I hate you most because you attract, but are not strong enough to pull me to you.

They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.

Freedom is the will to be responsible for ourselves.

Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?

He who cannot obey himself will be commanded. That is the nature of living creatures.

Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

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When we have to change our mind about a person, we hold the inconvenience he causes us very much against him.

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.