Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of

I Want To Learn More And More To See As Beautiful What Is Necessary In Things:—then I Shall Be One Of Those Who Make Things Beautiful. Amor Fati: Let That Be My Love From Henceforth!

Whatever A Theologian Regards As True Must Be False: There You Have Almost A Criterion Of Truth.

Crude Men Who Feel Themselves Insulted Tend To Assess The Degree Of Insult As High As Possible, And Talk About The Offense In Greatly Exaggerated Language, Only So They Can Revel To Their Heart's Content In The Aroused Feelings Of Hatred And Revenge.

On The Tree, Future, We Build Our Nest; And In Our Solitude Eagles Shall Bring Us Nourishment In Their Beaks!

I Will Make An Attempt To Attain Freedom, The Youthful Soul Says To Itself; And Is It To Be Hindered In This By The Fact That Two Nations Happen To Hate And Fight One Another, Or That Two Continents Are Separated By An Ocean, Or That All Around It A Religion Is Taught With Did Not Yet Exist A Couple Of Thousand Years Ago. All That Is Not You, It Says To Itself.