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Desire Is Happiness: Satisfaction As Happiness Is Merely The Ultimate Moment Of Desire. To Be Wish And Wish Alone Is Happiness, And A New Wish Over And Over Again.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

A Certain Sense Of Cruelty Towards Oneself And Others Is Christian; Hatred Of Those Who Think Differently; The Will To Persecute. Mortal Hostility Against The Masters Of The Earth, Against The 'noble', That Is Also Christian; Hatred Of Mind, Of Pride, Courage, Freedom, Libertinage Of Mind, Is Christian; Hatred Of The Senses, Of Joy In General, Is Christian.

That Which Does Not Destroy, Strengthens.

My Formula For Greatness In A Human Being Is Amor Fati: That One Wants Nothing To Be Different, Not Forward, Not Backward, Not In All Eternity. Not Merely Bear What Is Necessary, Still Less Conceal It—all Idealism Is Mendaciousness In The Face Of What Is Necessary—but Love It