Фридрих Ницше: Цитаты на английском языке (страница 15)

“no one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any”

“Some are born posthumously.”

“As soon as a religion comes to dominate it has as its opponents all those who would have been its first disciples.”

“.— A person must have one or the other. Either a cheerful disposition by nature, or a disposition made cheerful by art and knowledge.”

“I am no man, I am dynamite.”

“There are terrible people who, instead of solving a problem, bungle it and make it more difficult for all who come after. Whoever can't hit the nail on the head should, please, not hit at all.”

“How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare?… that became for me more and more the real measure of value.”

“No artist tolerates reality.”

“Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth…. Through words and concepts we shall never reach beyond the wall off relations, to some sort of fabulous primal ground of things.”

“I fear you close by; I love you far away.”

“One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.”

“The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.”

“Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession…”

“I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you have still chaos in you.”

“Without cruelty there is no festival: thus the longest and most ancient part of human history teaches — and in punishment there is so much that is festive!”

“That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts”

“The tree that would grow to heaven must send its roots to hell.”

“The more abstract the truth you wish to teach, the more you need to seduce the senses to it.”

“Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.”