Author of quotes: Friedrich Nietzsche

What the believer hates most is not a free mind, but a new mind with a new faith.

The squalor in love is willingly masked by the absence / worthy / love.

The highest courage of the knower is found not where he causes surprise and horror, but where people far from knowledge perceive him as superficial, base, cowardly, indifferent.

Build - it is the great redemption from suffering and life a little easier. But to be creative, you have to be suffering and many transformations.

I teach you the Superman. Man is something that shall be surpassed. What have you done to surpass him?

I urge you not to work and to fight. I urge you not to peace but to victory. Let it be your labor struggle and the world is your victory!

There is no shepherd, only the flock! Everyone wants equality, everyone is equal: whoever feels differently goes voluntarily into the madhouse.

Many sick people were found always among those who indulge in dreams and possessed by God; violently they hate the knower and the very youngest of virtues which is called honesty.

Of course, in order to practice in this way reading as art, one must first of all the property, which today is quite thoroughly lost the habit - and therefore my writings will not soon become "picky" - you must almost be a cow and in any case not a "modern man": must chewing gum.

I never had a chance to read anything, why would I to such a degree said to myself, "no" - the phrase by phrase, the conclusion for conclusion - as this book: but without the slightest annoyance and impatience.

... we grew older - the dream flew away.

It's hard to live with people, because it is so difficult to remain silent. Especially for chatty.

Where are we? Away from all suns? If we do not fall continuously? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still a top and bottom? Do not wander whether we like into an infinite Nothing? Not breathing we have empty space? It does not become colder? If it's coming more and more night? Do not account for daylight to light a lantern? Don't we hear more the noise of the gravediggers bury God? Isn't wafted to us the smell is divine decay? and the Gods perish! God is dead! God will not be resurrected! And we killed him! How comforted we, murderers of the murderers! The most sacred and powerful Being, only what was in the world, bled to death under our knives - who will cleanse us with the blood?

A person prefers to want nothing than not to want anything.