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| Where does one not find that bland degeneration which beer produces in the spirit! |
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| Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre |
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| Where one despises, one cannot wage war. Where one commands, where one sees something beneath one, one ought not to wage war. |
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| Wherever there are walls I shall inscribe this eternal accusation against Christianity upon them -- I can write in letters which make even the blind see. 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 immortal blemish of mankind. |
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| Whoever battles with monsters had better see that it does not turn him into a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. |
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| Whoever despises himself still esteems the despiser within himself |
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| Whoever does not know how to lay his will into things at least lays some meaning into them - that means he has the faith that they already obey some will |
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| Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. |
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| Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he doesn't become a monster |
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| Whoever has really sacrificed anything, knows that he wanted and got something in return |
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| Whoever knows he is deep, strives for clarity; whoever would like to appear deep to the crowd, strives for obscurity. For the crowd considers anything deep if only it cannot see to the bottom: the crowd is so timid and afraid of going into the water. |
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| Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking |
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| Wit is the epitaph of an emotion |
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| With the unknown, one is confronted with danger, discomfort, and care; the first instinct is to abolish these painful states. First principle: any explanation is better than none. . . . The causal instinct is thus conditional upon, and excited by, the feeling of fear. The "why?" shall, if at all possible, not give the cause for its own sake so much as for a particular kind of cause -- a cause that is comforting, liberating, and relieving. |
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| Without knowing it, women act as if they were taking away the stones from the path of the wandering mineralogist in order that he might not strike his foot against them - when he has gone out for the very purpose of striking against them |
| Women |
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| Without music life would be a mistake. |
| Music |
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| Without music, life would be a mistake.... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance. |
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| Without music, life would be an error. |
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| Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she forgets how to charm. |
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