To escape boredom, man works either beyond what his usual needs require, or else he invents play, that is, work that is designed to quiet no need other than that for working in general. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Animals know nothing of themselves, and they also know nothing of the world. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“Every select man strives instinctively for a citadel and a privacy, where he is FREE from the crowd, the many, the majority-- where he… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“It breaks my heart. Better than your words, your eye tells me all your peril. You are not yet free, you still search for… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“79. A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
We deceive ourselves when giving respect to the person for whom we have surrendered ourselves, when we respectively expect them to be as we… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“The great periods of our life occur when we gain the courage to rechristen what is bad about us as what is best.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“What is life? Life - that is: continually shedding something that wants to die. Life - that is: being cruel and inexorable against everything… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
It is thus only this personal feeling of misery that we get rid of by acts of pity. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“Writers whose thoughts are expressed with clarity and precision are assumed by readers to be superficial. Where the meaning is obscured, then readers give… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“he does not wear a twitching, mobile, human face, but rather a mask, as it were, with its features in dignified equilibrium; he does… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
“Of all that is written I love only what a man has written in his own blood.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share
