Insanity in individuals is something rare, but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
from the book "" by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Insanity in individuals is something rare, but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
A thousand paths are there which have never yet been trodden; a thousand salubrities and hidden islands of life. Unexhausted and undiscovered is still man and man's world.
In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. That was the highest and most mendacious minute of "world history" -- yet only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die.
One might invent such a fable and still not have illustrated sufficiently how wretched, how shadowy and flighty, how aimless and arbitrary, the human intellect appears in nature. There have been eternities when it did not exist; and when it is done for again, nothing will have happened.
All that which is greatly thought upon is a source of doubt.
Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"
Some are born posthumously.
"God", "immortality of the soul", "redemption", "beyond". Without exception, concepts to which I have never devoted any attention, or time; not even as a child. Perhaps I have never been childlike enough for them? I do not by any means know atheism as a result; even less as an event: It is a matter of course with me, from instinct. I am too inquisitive, too questionable, too exuberant to stand for any gross answer. God is a gross answer, an indelicacy against us thinkers, at bottom merely a gross prohibition for us: you shall not think!
What the crowd once learned to believe without reason, who could refute it to reason.
The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.
There are no facts, only interpretations.