The word Christianity is already a misunderstanding -- in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.
Friedrich Nietzsche
One receives as reward for much ennui, despondency, boredom --such as a solitude without friends, books, duties, passions must bring with it --those quarter-hours of profoundest contemplation within oneself and nature. He who completely entrenches himself against boredom also entrenches himself against himself: he will never get to drink the strongest refreshing draught from his own innermost fountain.
Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.
It is a self-deception of philosophers and moralists to imagine that they escape decadence by opposing it. That is beyond their will; and, however little they acknowledge it, one later discovers that they were among the most powerful promoters of decadence.
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
Socrate considérait que c'est un mal qui n'est pas loin de la folie, de s'imaginer que l'on possède une vertu, alors qu'on ne la possède pas. Certes, une pareille illusion est plus dangereuse que l'illusion contraire qui consiste ? croire que l'on souffre d'un défaut, d'un vice.Deuxième Considération intempestive, ch. 6
Without music, life would be an error.
Lucrurile supreme trebuie s? aib? o alt? origine, una proprie lor, - ele nu ar putea lua na?tere din aceast? lume efemer?, în?el?toare, iluzorie ?i mizer?, din aceast? harababur? de am?giri ?i pofte!
Some men are born posthumously.
Every talent must unfold itself in fighting.
Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter.
We obtain the concept, as we do the form, by overlooking what is individual and actual; whereas nature is acquainted with no forms and no concepts, and likewise with no species, but only with an X which remains inaccessible and undefinable for us.
Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.
Was it not part of the secret black art of truly politics of revenge, of a farseeing, subterranean, slowly advancing, and premeditated revenge, that Israel must itself deny the real instrument of its revenge before all the world as a mortal enemy and nail it to the cross, so that 'all the world,' namely all the opponents of Israel, could unhesitatingly swallow just this bait? And could spiritual subtlety imagine any bait than this? Anything to equal the enticing, intoxicating, overwhelming, and undermining power of that symbol of the 'holy cross,' that ghastly paradox of a 'God on the cross,' that mystery of an unimaginable ultimate cruelty and self-crucifixion of God ?
I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which no expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty - I call it the one mortal blemish of mankind
Uma virtude deve ser nossa invenção, nossa defesa e nossa necessidade pessoais: tomada em qualquer outro sentido, não passa de um perigo. Aquilo que não é uma condição vital é prejudicial ? vida: uma virtude que não existe senão por causa dum sentimento de respeito pela ideia de «virtude», como Kant a queria, é perigosa. A «virtude», o «dever», o «bem em si», o bem como carácter da impersonalidade do valor geral - quimeras onde se exprime a degenerescência, o último enfraquecimento da vida, a chinesice de Conisberga.
To recognize untruth as a condition of life--that certainly means resisting accustomed value feelings in a dangerous way; and a philosophy that risks this would by that token alone place itself beyond good and evil.
That is an artist as I love artists, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art - panem et Circen.
Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking
Life always gets harder toward the summit - the cold increases, the responsibility increases
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