Book: When Nietzsche wept. Page 4

The ideal relationship in marriage is possible only when they are not a necessary condition for human survival.

... time is infinite, and the stock power (the main content space) is limited. Subject to the availability of a limited number of potential States of the world and infinity of the elapsed time, we can conclude that all possible States have already taken place and that the state of the present moment must be a repetition, as well as what spawned it and what was its consequence, and all other States in the past and the future.

- No one has ever done anything for other people. All actions are focused on ourselves, all the services mean the services yourself, love can only be love for yourself.
You seem surprised by this comment? Perhaps you thought about someone you love. Dig deeper and you will see that you love them, and love those pleasurable sensations that love evokes. You love the attraction, not to whom you're drawn.

Night breeds fear; rather, they are like stars, there is always, however, the light of day hides them from view.

With no stars we've fallen here to be together?

In our time no one dies from the bitter truths - too great a choice of antidotes.

No more trying to hide from humanity the cruel sight of the moral table for the autopsy.

There is no cure for despair, no doctors for the soul.

Of all their duties, I left only one to always remain free. Marriage and the whole entourage of possession and jealousy enslaves the spirit. I hope that the time will come when men and women will tyrannize each other with their weaknesses.

If a woman likes a man, why wouldn't she hold his hand and offer to walk with her? But whatever a woman of those whom he knew would be able to say the words? It was a woman of a completely different variety. This woman was free!

I always liked to enjoy the company of the great minds of this world, maybe I just like collecting them.

- Precordialgia pressure hurts you because your chest is tearing this not lived your life. Your heart taps time. And avarice of time, inescapable. Time takes, takes and never gives back. How awful to hear that you lived the life assigned to you! And how awful to meet death, never expressing even claim to freedom for all connected with it dangers!

Swallowed resentment can be poisonous!

Your generosity, your duty, your loyalty, it is the walls of your own prison.