Quotes from Friedrich Nietzsche

life itself is will to power; self-preservation is only one of the indirect and most frequent results thereof.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster

If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.

Works, first and foremost! That is to say, doing, doing, doing! The 'faith' that goes with it will soon put in an appearance - you can be sure of that!

Nobody is responsible for being here in the first place, for being constituted in such and such a way, for being in these circumstances, in this environment. The fatality of our essence cannot be separated from the fatality of all that was and will be.

All that is good is inherited: whatever is not inherited is imperfect, is a mere beginning.

The harshest daylight, rationality at any cost, life bright, cold, circumspect, conscious, without instinct, in opposition to the instincts, has itself been no more than a form of sickness, another form of sickness – and by no means a way back to 'virtue', to 'health', to happiness…. To have to combat one's instincts – that is the formula for décadence: as long as life is ascending, happiness and instinct are one. –

In disrespecting, we show that we still mantain a sense of respect.

Four very strange and truly poetic human beings in this century have attained mastery in prose, for which this century was not made otherwise—for lack of poetry, as I have suggested. Not including Goethe, who may fairly be claimed by the century that produced him, I regard only Giacomo Leopardi, Prosper Mérimée, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Walter Savage Landor, the author of Imaginary Conversations, as worthy of being called masters of prose.35 93

where is the deceiver to be found?' – 'We've got it,' they cry in delight, 'it is the senses! These senses, which are so immoral as well, it is they which deceive us about the real world. Moral: escape from sense-deception, from becoming, from history, from falsehood – history is nothing but belief in the senses, belief in falsehood.

Cine-i înv?luit de flac?ra invidiei — acela îÅŸi întoarce pân? la urm?, ca scorpionul, acul înveninat spre sine însuÅŸi.

These smoky, room-temperature, used-up, wilted, fretful souls —how could their grudge endure my happiness? Hence I show them only the ice and the winter of my peaks—and not that my mountain still winds all the belts of the sun round itself. They hear only my winter winds whistling—and not that I also cross warm seas, like longing, heavy, hot south winds. They still have pity on my accidents; but my word says, Let accidents come to me, they are innocent as little children.

is the most pleasant feeling in those who have not much pride, and have no prospect of great conquests:

Life that means for us to transform constantly into light and flame all that we are, or meet with.

aku telah melakukannya--kata ingatanku. aku tidak mungkin telah melakukannya--kata kesombonganku dan tetap tidak tergoyahkan. akhirnya--ingatanku menyerah

Reason' is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.… But Heraclitus will always be right in this, that being is an empty fiction. The 'apparent' world is the only one: the 'real' world has only been lyingly added…

Even the slightest trace of piety in us ought to make us feel that a God who cures a headcold at the right moment or tells us to get into a coach just as a downpour is about to start is so absurd a God he would have to be abolished even if he existed.

The commencement of all great things in the world is thoroughly and continuously saturated with blood.

Culture and the state — one should not deceive oneself over this — are antagonists: the ?cultural state? is merely a modern idea. The one lives off the other, the one thrives at the expense of the other. All great cultural epochs are epochs of political decline: that which is great in the cultural sense has been unpolitical, even anti-political.

He fascinated because he touched on the agonal instinct of the Hellenes – he introduced a variation into the wrestling-matches among the youths and young men. Socrates was also a great erotic.

We possess scientific knowledge today to precisely the extent that we have decided to accept the evidence of the senses – to the extent that we have learned to sharpen and arm them and to think them through to their conclusions.

A: But why this solitude? - B: I am not at odds with anyone. But when I am alone I seem to see my friends in a clearer and fairer light than when I am with them; and when I loved and appreciated music the most, I lived far from it. It seems I need a distant perspective if I am to think well of things.

The rest is abortion and not-yet-science: which is to say metaphysics, theology, psychology, epistemology.

the bowels of existence do not speak unto man, except as man.