In music, the passions enjoy themselves.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Friedrich Nietzsche

Profession: Philosopher
Nationality: German

In music, the passions enjoy themselves. Friedrich Nietzsche

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Reason' is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.... But Heraclitus will always be right in this, that being is an empty fiction. The ‘apparent' world is the only one: the ‘real' world has only been lyingly added...

He who is dissatisfied with himself is continually ready for revenge and we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly sight. For the sight of the ugly makes one bad and gloomy.

And if something great fails you, does that mean you yourselves are—failures? And if you yourselves are failures, does that mean—the human being is a failure? But if the human being is a failure: well then! come now!

For today the petty people have become lord and master: they all preach submission and acquiescence and prudence and diligence and consideration and the long et cetera of petty virtues.

Slow is the experience of all deep fountains: long have they to wait until they know what has fallen into their depths.

Misunderstanding of the dream. In the ages of crude primeval culture man believed that in dreams he got to know another real world; here is the origin of all metaphysics.

There is nowadays, throughout almost the whole of Europe, a sickly irritability and sensitiveness towards pain, and also a repulsive irrestrainableness in complaining, an effeminizing, which, with the aid of religion and philosophical nonsense, seeks to deck itself out as something superior—there is a regular cult of suffering.

We have already gone beyond whatever we have words for.

Happiness is the feeling that power increases - that resistance is being overcome.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart.

It is wisdom, worldly wisdom, to administer even health to oneself for a long time in small doses.

For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks.