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God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers? What Was Holiest And Mightiest Of All That The World Has Yet Owned Has Bled To Death Under Our Knives: Who Will Wipe This Blood Off Us? What Water Is There For Us To Clean Ourselves? What Festivals Of Atonement, What Sacred Games Shall We Have To Invent? Is Not The Greatness Of This Deed Too Great For Us? Must We Ourselves Not Become Gods Simply To Appear Worthy Of It?

To Call A Thing Good Not A Day Longer Than It Appears To Us Good, And Above All Not A Day Earlier - That Is The Only Way To Keep Joy Pure.

One Must Give Value To Their Existence By Behaving As If Ones Very Existence Were A Work Of Art.

Do Not Paint A Picture Either Of God Or The Devil On Your Walls: This Will Ruin Both Your Walls And The Atmosphere.

The Problem Of Culture Is Seldom Grasped Correctly. The Goal Of A Culture Is Not The Greatest Possible Happiness Of A People, Noris It The Unhindered Development Of All Their Talents; Instead, Culture Shows Itself In The Correct Proportion Of These Developments. Its Aim Points Beyond Earthly Happiness: The Production Of Great Works Is The Aim Of Culture.