Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
Friedrich NietzscheRead
One does not want to be deceived, under the supposition that it is injurious, dangerous, or fatal to be deceived.
Interpretation
Deception can lead to harmful consequences, yet the desire to avoid it is inherent in human nature.
In this quote, Friedrich Nietzsche reflects on the human aversion to deception and its perceived dangers. He suggests that the fear of being fooled lies deep within us, as we often associate it with harmful outcomes. However, this quote invites contemplation on the complexity of truth and falsehood, urging us to consider the implications of both deception and the human desire to recognize and avoid it.
In practice
In a discussion about the ethical implications of lying.
Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
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The man is a humbug β a vulgar, shallow, self-satisfied mind, absolutely inaccessible to the complexities and delicacies of the real world. He has the journalist's air of being a specialist in everything, of taking in all points of view and being always on the side of the angels: he merely annoys a reader who has the least experience of knowing things, of what knowing is like. There is not two pence worth of real thought or real nobility in him. But he isn't dull.
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To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
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