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| What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…? |
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| What I really want from music. That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October. That it be individual, frolicsome, tender, a sweet small woman full of beastliness and charm. |
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| What I understand by "philosopher": a terrible explosive in the presence of which everything is in danger. |
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| What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'? |
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| What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself in man. |
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| What is happiness? The feeling that power increases - that resistance is being overcome |
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| What is the vanity of the vainest man compared with the vanity which the most modest possesses when, in the midst of nature and the world, he feels himself to be ''man''! |
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| What is wanted / whether this is admitted or not / is nothing less than a fundamental remolding, indeed weakening and abolition of the individual: one never tires of enumerating and indicating all that is evil and inimical, prodigal, costly, extravagant in the form individual existence has assumed hitherto, one hopes to manage more cheaply, more safely, more equitably, more uniformly if there exist only large bodies and their members. |
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| What makes one heroic? -- Going out to meet at the same time one's highest suffering and one's highest hope. |
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| What really raises one's indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering. |
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| What separates two people most profoundly is a different sense and degree of cleanliness. |
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| What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do. |
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| What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind. |
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| What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father. |
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| What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate -- and immediately forget we have done so. |
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| What we do is never understood, but only praised and blamed. |
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What you want is fame?
Then note the price:
All claim
To honor you must sacrifice. |
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| What? You search? You would multiply yourself by ten, by a hundred? You seek followers? Seek zeros! |
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| Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil. |
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