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And It Is The Great Noon When Man Stands At The Midpoint Of His Course Between Beast And Superman And Celebrates His Way To The Evening As His Highest Hope: For It Is The Way To A New Morning.

The Lonely One Offers His Hand Too Quickly To Whomever He Encounters.

Inaction, Letting Be, Neither Creating Nor Destroying--that Is My Evil. And Also The Knower As One Without Desire.

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief

If You Wish To Understand A Philosopher, Do Not Ask What He Says, But Find Out What He Wants