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Danh ngôn của Friedrich Nietzsche (Sứ mệnh: 9)

The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.
There are no facts, only interpretations.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Woman was God's second mistake.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
The great epochs of our life are the occasions when we gain the courage to rebaptize our evil qualities as our best qualities.
The future influences the present just as much as the past.
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.
A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.
Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.
All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.
All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.
All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?
Art is the proper task of life.
Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.
When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.
When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.
On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.
Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.
In large states public education will always be mediocre, for the same reason that in large kitchens the cooking is usually bad.
The doer alone learneth.
Faith: not wanting to know what is true.
In music the passions enjoy themselves.
For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
'Evil men have no songs.' How is it that the Russians have songs?
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.
I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.
In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.
There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.
We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.
In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
The 'kingdom of Heaven' is a condition of the heart - not something that comes 'upon the earth' or 'after death.'
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.
Art raises its head where creeds relax.
We have art in order not to die of the truth.
Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
When one has not had a good father, one must create one.
Experience, as a desire for experience, does not come off. We must not study ourselves while having an experience.
I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.
Fear is the mother of morality.
Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.
He who laughs best today, will also laughs last.
Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.
Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.
Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.
Success has always been a great liar.
War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.
There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.
Women are considered deep - why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.
Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?
The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.
Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.
The world itself is the will to power - and nothing else! And you yourself are the will to power - and nothing else!
Go up close to your friend, but do not go over to him! We should also respect the enemy in our friend.
Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.
It is good to express a thing twice right at the outset and so to give it a right foot and also a left one. Truth can surely stand on one leg, but with two it will be able to walk and get around.
There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth.
There is not enough religion in the world even to destroy religion.
The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.
Whoever does not have a good father should procure one.
You say it is the good cause that hallows even war? I say unto you: it is the good war that hallows any cause.
Behind all their personal vanity, women themselves always have an impersonal contempt for woman.
The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.
Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.
Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.
Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.
It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.
The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.
Germany is a great nation only because its people have so much Polish blood in their veins.
Is Wagner a human being at all? Is he not rather a disease? He contaminates everything he touches - he has made music sick.
What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal.
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?