Art is the proper task of life.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Friedrich Nietzsche

Profession: Philosopher
Nationality: German


Art is the proper task of life. Friedrich Nietzsche

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One is necessary, one is a piece of fate, one belongs to the whole, one is the whole – there exists nothing which could judge, measure, compare, condemn our being, for that would be to judge, measure, compare, condemn the whole…But nothing exists apart from the whole!

The people told me, however, that the big ear was not only a man, but a great man, a genius. But I never believed in the people when they spake of great men - and I hold to my belief that it was a reversed cripple, who had too little of everything, and too much of one thing.

They all want to get to the throne: this is their madness—as if happiness were sitting on the throne! Often it is mud that sits on the throne—and often the throne also sits on mud.

Business people - Your business - is your greatest prejudice: it ties you to your locality, to the company you keep, to the inclinations you feel. Diligent in business - but indolent in spirit, content with your inadequacy, and with the cloak of duty hung over this contentment: that is how you live, that is how you want your children to live!

He who laughs best today, will also laughs last.

One often contradicts an opinion when what is uncongenial is really the tone in which it was conveyed.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

Language shows a tendency for the words "good" and "stupid" to come [close] together... a hint of contempt... within these term[s]... [dictating that] the good man must always be unthreatening.

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

I undertook something that not everyone may undertake: I descended into the depths, I bored into the foundations.

Honest things, like honest men, do not have to explain themselves so openly. What must first be proved is worth little.

You have made danger your vocation; there is nothing contemptible in that. Now you perish of your vocation: for that I will bury you with my own hands.

Art raises its head where creeds relax.

To become what one is, one must not have the faintest notion what one is.