Friedrich Nietzsche: Idézetek angolul (oldal 21)

“Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.”

“it is only as anthat existence and the world are eternally.”

“The final reward of the dead - to die no more”

“The wisest man would be the one richest in contradictions, who has, as it were, antennae for all types of men---as well as his great moments of grand harmony---a rare accident even in us! A sort of planetary motion”

“It may be that until now there has been no more potent means for beautifying man himself than piety: it can turn man into so much art, surface, play of colors, graciousness that his sight no longer makes one suffer.”

“i have never pondered over questions that are not questions.”

“Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?… Third question for the conscience.”

“Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.”

“And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh”

“You may lie with your mouth, but with the mouth you make as you do so you none the less tell the truth.”

“Every word is a prejudice.”

“Here the ways of men part: if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire.”

“Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.”

“In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs man’s torments.”

“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.”

“Are you a slave? Then you cannot be a friend. Are you a tyrant? Then you cannot have friends.”

“The very word "Christianity" is a misunderstanding — in truth, there was only one Christian, and he died on the cross.”

“What strange, perplexing, questionable questions!”

“O Solitude! You are my home, Solitude!”