720 ordspråk av Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Not to him who is offensive to us are we most unfair, but to him who doth not concern us at all
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Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.
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Nothing ever succeeds which exuberant spirits have not helped to produce.
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Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.
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Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.
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Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment
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Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood
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Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.
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Oh, how much is today hidden by science! Oh, how much it is expected to hide!
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On the heights it is warmer than people in the valleys suppose, especially in winter. The thinker recognizes the full import of this simile.
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On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.
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On this earth, one pays dearly for every kind of mastery . . . . For having a specialty one pays by also being the victim of this specialty. But you would have it otherwise -- cheaper and fairer and above all more comfortable -- isn't that right, my dear contemporaries?
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Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.
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Once the sin against God was the greatest sin; but God died, and these sinners died with him.
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One begins to mistrust very clever people when they become embarrassed
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