One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.
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- Wherever there are walls I shall inscribe this eternal accusation against Christianity upon them — I can write in letters which make even the blind see. I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which no expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty — I call it the one immortal blemish of mankind.
- We have art in order not to die of the truth.
- At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.
- We find nothing easier than being wise, patient, superior. We drip with the oil of forbearance and sympathy, we are absurdly just, we forgive everything. For that very reason we ought to discipline ourselves a little; for that very reason we ought to cultivate a little emotion, a little emotional vice, from time to time. It may be hard for us; and among ourselves we may perhaps laugh at the appearance we thus present. But what of that! We no longer have any other mode of self-overcoming available to us: this is our asceticism, our penance.
- The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
- We operate with nothing but things which do not exist, with lines, planes, bodies, atoms, divisible time, divisible space — how should explanation even be possible when we first make everything into an image, into our own image!