Merry Christmas People! Here are some thoughts from my favorite philosopher for the holidays.
What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.
When one has finished building one's house, one suddenly realizes that in the process one has learned something that one really needed to know in the worst way - before one began.
Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.
One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.
He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how
I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.
I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.
Friedrich Nietzsche, what a jolly man.
What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.
When one has finished building one's house, one suddenly realizes that in the process one has learned something that one really needed to know in the worst way - before one began.
Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.
One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.
He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how
I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.
I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.
Friedrich Nietzsche, what a jolly man.
