Friedrich Nietzsche

“A thinking man never be a party man.”

“Good and evil, and joy and pain, and I and you- colored vapors did they seem to me before creative eyes. The creator wished to look away from himself,- and so he created the world.”

“Con người là một cái gì đó cần phải vượt qua.”

“Sa mạc lớn dần, khốn thay cho kẻ nào ôm giữ sa mạc.”

“Người ta sát hại không phải bằng cơn phẫn nộ điên cuồng, mà chính bằng tiếng cười”

“Người đàn bà phải vâng phục và phải tìm thấu một chiều sâu cho bề mặt cạn cợt của nàng. Tâm hồn người đàn bà là một bề mặt cạn cợt xao động nhốn nháo giông bão ở bên trên một đáy trũng.Nhưng tâm hồn của người đàn ông thì sâu thẳm, làn sóng của tâm hồn ấy gầm thét trong những chiếc hang ngầm dưới đất, nguuời đàn bà cảm nhận được sức mạnh ấy, nhưng không hiểu được nó.”

“Nơi người đàn bà, tất cả đều là ẩn ngữ: nhưng ẩn ngữ bí mật ấy có một lời giải đáp: sự hoài thai.Đàn ông là một phương tiện cho đàn bà: mục tiêu đàn bà nhắm tới luôn luôn là đứa con. Nhưng đàn bà là cái gì đối với đàn ông?Người mang dòng máu đàn ông đích thực có hai khát vọng: sự nguy hiểm và trò chơi. Chính vì thế hắn thèm muốn người đàn bà như một món đồ chơi nguy hiểm nhất.Đàn ông nuôi dưỡng cho chiến chinh, và đàn bà, cho sự giải trí của chiến sĩ; mọi điều khác đều là điên rồ, ngu xuẩn.”

“Trong tất cả những thứ được viết ra, ta chỉ yêu những gì được tác giả viết bằng máu của mình. Ngươi viết bằng máu đi, rồi ngươi sẽ biết được rằng máu chính là tinh thần.Hiểu một dòng máu xa lạ không phải là điều dễ: ta thù ghét tất cả những kẻ vô công rồi nghề ngồi đọc sách.Kẻ nào đã biết rõ độc giả thì sẽ chẳng làm gì cho người độc giả nữa. Hãy còn cả một thế kỉ độc giả nữa,- và chính tinh thần cũng sẽ bốc mùi hôi thối.Dành cho mọi người quyền học đọc, rốt cuộc lại làm hại đến những văn tự, nhưng cả tư tưởng nữa.Xưa kia tinh thần là thượng đế, rồi tinh thần trở thành người, rồi bây giờ nó hóa thành đám tiện dân.Kẻ nào dùng máu mình để viết những châm ngôn đều không muốn được đọc đến, nhưng muốn được học thuộc lòng.Trên miền núi cao, con đường ngắn nhất là con đường dẫn từ đỉnh này sang đỉnh kia; nhưng muốn theo con đường ấy, ngươi phải có đôi chân vạn dặm. Những châm ngôn phải là những đỉnh cao, vì những kẻ mà ta ngỏ lời phải là những con người cao đại tráng kiện.”

“...the Germans love frankness and honesty. It is so convenient to be frank and honest. This confidingness, this complacence, this showing the cards of German honesty, is probably the most dangerous and most successful disguise which the German is up to nowadays.”

“In solitude the solitary man consumes himself, in the crowd the crowd consumes him.”

“And if a friend does you wrong, then say: "I forgive you what you have done to me; that you have done it to YOURSELF, however--how could I forgive that!”

“The great problems are to be encountered in the street.”

“I want, once and for all,not to know many things.Wisdom requires moderation in knowledgeas in other things.”

“And do you know what “the world” is to me? Shall I show it to you in my mirror? This world: a monster of energy, without beginning, without end; a firm, iron magnitude of force that does not grow bigger or smaller, that does not expend itself but only transforms itself; as a whole, of unalterable size, a household without expenses or losses, but likewise without increase or income; enclosed by “nothingness” as by a boundary; not something blurry or wasted, not something endlessly extended, but set in a definite space as a definite force, and not a space that might be “empty” here or there, but rather as force throughout, as a play of forces and waves of forces, at the same time one and many, increasing here and at the same time decreasing there; a sea of forces flowing and rushing together, eternally changing, eternally flooding back, with tremendous years of recurrence, with an ebb and a flood of its forms; out of the simplest forms striving toward the most complex, out of the stillest, most rigid, coldest forms striving toward the hottest, most turbulent, most self-contradictory, and then again returning home to the simple out of this abundance, out of the play of contradictions back to the joy of concord, still affirming itself in this uniformity of its courses and its years, blessing itself as that which must return eternally, as a becoming that knows no satiety, no disgust, no weariness: this, my Dionysian world of the eternally self- creating, the eternally self-destroying, this mystery world of the twofold voluptuous delight, my “beyond good and evil,” without goal, unless the joy of the circle is itself a goal; without will, unless a ring feels good will toward itself— do you want a name for this world? A solution for all of its riddles? A light for you, too, you best-concealed, strongest, most intrepid, most midnightly men?— This world is the will to power—and nothing besides! And you yourselves are also this will to power—and nothing besides!”

“I do not know how to make a distinction between tears and music”

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”

“When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you.”

“Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?”

“The real world is much smaller than the imaginary”

“Here the ways of men divide. If you wish to strive for peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you wish to be a disciple of truth, then inquire.”

“Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don’t throw away the best of yourself.”

“Well-meaning, helpful, good-natured attitudes of mind have not come to be honored on account of their usefulness, but because they are states of richer souls that are capable of bestowing and have their value in the feeling of the plenitude of life.”

“It is the stillest words which bring the storm.”

“Against boredom even gods struggle in vain.”

“Smooth iceis paradisefor those who dance with expertise.”

“The craving for equality can express itself either as a desire to pull everyone down to our own level (by belittling them, excluding them, tripping them up) or as a desire to raise ourselves up along with everyone else (by acknowledging them, helping them, and rejoicing in their success).”

“O Mensch! Gib acht!Was spricht, die tiefe Mitternacht?"Ich schlief, ich schlief -,Aus tiefem Traum bin ich erwacht: -Die Welt ist tief,Und tiefer als der Tag gedacht.Tief ist ihr Weh -,Lust - tiefer noch als Herzeleid:Weh spricht: Vergeh! Doch alle Lust will Ewigkeit -,- Will tiefe, tiefe Ewigkeit!”

“O puro espírito é pura mentira. Enquanto o padre continuar a passar por ser uma espécie superior - o padre, esse negador, esse caluniador, esse envenenador da vida por profissão - , não há resposta para a pergunta: que é a verdade? A verdade fica logo colocada em cima da cabeça, se o advogado confesso do nada e da negação passa por ser o representante da verdade...”

“If God wrote the New Testament, he knew surprisingly little Greek.”

“Moral contempt is a far greater indignity and insult than any kind of crime.”

“The Hour-Hand of Life --- Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance, and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea – all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.”

“The Thought of Death. It gives me a melancholy happiness to live in the midst of this confusion of streets, of necessities, of voices: how much enjoyment, impatience and desire, how much thirsty life and drunkenness of life comes to light here every moment! And yet it will soon be so still for all these shouting, lively, life- loving people! How everyone's shadow, his gloomy travelling companion stands behind him! It is always as in the last moment before the departure of an emigrant- ship: people have more than ever to say to one another, the hour presses, the ocean with its lonely silence waits impatiently behind all the noise-so greedy, so certain of its prey! And all, all, suppose that the past has been nothing, or a small matter, that the near future is everything: hence this haste, this crying, this self-deafening and self-overreaching! Everyone wants to be foremost in this future-and yet death and the stillness of death are the only things certain and common to all in this future! How strange that this sole thing that is certain and common to all, exercises almost no influence on men, and that they are the furthest from regarding themselves as the brotherhood of death! It makes me happy to see that men do not want to think at all of the idea of death! I would fain do something to make the idea of life to us to be more than friends in the sense of that sublime possibility. And so we will believe in our even a hundred times more worthy of their attention.”

“I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.”

“My formula is Amor fati: ... not only to bear up under every necessity, but to love it.Semboyanku ialah Amor fati: ... tidak saja tabah menanggung segala keharusan (penderitaan), melainkan juga mencintainya.”

“Hay quien no encuentra su corazón hasta que no pierde la cabeza.”

“But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.”

“I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.”

“Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman--a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an OVER-GOING and a DOWN-GOING. I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers. I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore. I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive. I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeks he his own down-going. I love him who labors and invents, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeks he his own down-going. I love him who loves his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing. I love him who reserves no share of spirit for himself, but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walks he as spirit over the bridge. I love him who makes his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more. I love him who desires not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one's destiny to cling to. I love him whose soul is lavish, who wants no thanks and does not give back: for he always bestows, and desires not to keep for himself. I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favor, and who then asks: "Am I a dishonest player?"--for he is willing to succumb. I love him who scatters golden words in advance of his deeds, and always does more than he promises: for he seeks his own down-going. I love him who justifies the future ones, and redeems the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones. I love him who chastens his God, because he loves his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God. I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goes he willingly over the bridge. I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself, and all things that are in him: thus all things become his down-going. I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causes his down-going. I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowers over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds. Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the cloud: the lightning, however, is the SUPERMAN.--”

“Man liebt zuletzt seine Begierde, und nicht das Begehrte.”

“Die Sinnlichkeit übereilt oft das Wachsthum der Liebe, so dass die Wurzel schwach bleibt und leicht auszureissen ist.”

“But strangers and the poor may pluck for themselves the fruit from my tree: that causes less shame. But beggars should be entirely done away with! Truly, it annoys one to give to them and it annoys one not to give to them.”

“What is the sign of every literary decadence? That life no longer dwells in the whole. The word becomes sovereign and leaps out of the sentence, the sentence reaches out and obscures the meaning of the page, the page gains life at the expense of the whole—the whole is no longer a whole.”

“The noble man wants to create something new and a new virtue. The good want the old, and that old should be preserved.”

“It is a self-deception of philosophers and moralists to imagine that they escape decadence by opposing it. That is beyond their will; and, however little they acknowledge it, one later discovers that they were among the most powerful promoters of decadence.”

“Good writers have two things in common: they prefer to be understood rather than admired; and they do not write for knowing and over-acute readers.”

“Virtue is under certain circumstances merely an honorable form of stupidity: who could be ill-disposed toward it on that account? And this kind of virtue has not been outlived even today. A kind of sturdy peasant simplicity, which, however, is possible in all classes and can be encountered only with respect and a smile, believes even today that everything is in good hands, namely in the "hands of God"; and when it maintains this proportion with the same modest certainty as it would that two and two make four, we others certainly refrain from contradicting. Why disturb THIS pure foolishness? Why darken it with our worries about man, people, goal, future? And even if we wanted to do it, we could not. They project their own honorable stupidity and goodness into the heart of things (the old God, deus myops, still lives among them!); we others — we read something else into the heart of things: our own enigmatic nature, our contradictions, our deeper, more painful, more mistrustful wisdom.”

“One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.”

“Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.”

“Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.”

“To him who feels himself preordained to contemplation and not to belief, all believers are too noisy and obtrusive; he guards against them.”