taken from the book Β βΒ the gay scienceΒ β Β by friedrich nietzsche
β their whole nature fails to persuade β β they have never remained silence about any of their good deeds β β he always carries a biscuit for cerberus β β either we have no dreams or our dreams are interesting β β let those who have ears, hear β β before the effect one believes in different causes than one does afterward β β anyone with a very loud voice is almost incapable of thinking subtleties β β the purpose of punishment is to improve those who punish β β the sacrificial animal does not share the spectatorsβ ideas about sacrifice β β our eyes are also intended for hearing β β the mistrustful speak empathetically β β how can one constantly admire without constantly feeling contempt? β β is that not a blasphemy against your ideal? β β in applause there is always a kind of noise β β they are running away from people β β one hears only those questions for which one is able to find answers β β they know how to make things simpler than they are β β this is by all means a matter of taste, nothing more β β iβd sooner have people steal from me than be surrounded by scarecrows & hungry looks β β thoughts are the shadows of our feelings β β all voices sound different in solitude β β who has had the most convincing eloquence so far? β β i spoil the taste of their party for everyone β β some people need open enemies β β they are in a bad way β β we are always only in our own company β β in a moment they will be ready with a lie β β in the end one finds more than one might have wished β β why not be defeated some time too? β β all is lost if we fall β β you have no idea what you are living through β β to have a virtue one must really wish to have it in its most brutal form β β happiness is not nearly so contagious a disease β β even oneβs thoughts cannot reproduce entirely in words β β there is no selflessness in my soul β β you are beyond all embarrassment β β i do not want to have people imitate my example β β no victor believes in chance β β what we do is never understood β β those who have greatness are cruel to their virtues β β with a great goal one is superior even to justice β β you shall become the person you are β β what do you love in others? β β i still live, i still think β β we were friends and have become estranged β β few people have faith in themselves β β there is yet another world to be discovered --- and more than one β β at the very bottom of my soul i feel grateful to all my misery β β i have given a name to my pain β β one must learn to love β












