Friedrich Nietzsche
Friedrich Nietzsche
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzschewas a German philosopher, cultural critic, poet and Latin and Greek scholar whose work has exerted a profound influence on Western philosophy and modern intellectual history. He began his career as a classical philologist before turning to philosophy. He became the youngest ever to hold the Chair of Classical Philology at the University of Basel in 1869, at the age of 24. Nietzsche resigned in 1879 due to health problems that plagued him most of his life, and...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth15 October 1844
CityRocken, Germany
CountryGermany
If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.
And many such good inventions are there, that they are like woman's breasts: useful at the same time, and pleasant.
There is more wisdom in your body than in your best wisdom. And who then knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?
O Voltaire! O humanity! O idiocy! There is something ticklish in "the truth," and in the SEARCH for the truth; and if man goes about it too humanely-"il ne cherche le vrai que pour faire le bien"-I wager he finds nothing!
The universe without music would be madness.
The strong individual loves the earth so much he lusts for recurrence. He can smile in the face of the most terrible thought: meaningless, aimless existence recurring eternally. The second characteristic of such a man is that he has the strength to recognize - and to live with the recognition - that the world is valueless in itself and that all values are human ones. He creates himself by fashioning his own values; he has the pride to live by the values he wills.
A married philosopher is a comic character.
The man who does not wish to be one of the mass only needs to cease to be easy on himself.
It is not doubt,is certitude that drives you mad.
How much beer is in German intelligence?
One hears - one does not seek; one takes - one does not ask who gives.
Has anyone...any distinct notion of what poets of a stronger age understood by the word inspiration? ... There is an ecstasy such that the immese strain of it is sometimes relaxed by a flood of tears, along with which one's steps either rush or involuntarily lag, alternately. There is the feeling that one is completely out of hand, with the very distinct consciousness of an endless number of fine thrills and quiverings to the very toes... Everything happens quite involuntarily, as if in a tempestuous outburst of freedom, of absoluteness, of power and divinity.
Reality is captured in the categorical nets of Language only at the expense of fatal distortion.
To explore the whole sphere of the modern soul, to have sat in every nook- my ambition, my torture, and my happiness