A refined nature is vexed by knowing that some one owes it thanks, a coarse nature by knowing that it owes thanks to some one. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Animals know nothing of themselves, and they also know nothing of the world. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
It is thus only this personal feeling of misery that we get rid of by acts of pity. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many it is almost a vice. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
