Ah! Do not judge the gods, young man, they have painful secrets.
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Ah! Do not judge the gods, young man, they have painful secrets.
Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.
The past is the luxury of proprietors.
The For-itself, in fact, is nothing but the pure nihilation of the In-itself; it is like a hole of being at the heart of Being.
It is for the sake of order that I seduced Clytemnestra, for the sake of order that I killed my king. I wanted for order to rule and that it rule through me. I have lived without desire, without love, without hope: I made order. Oh! Terrible and divine passion!
Man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world, and defines himself afterwards.
Man is all the time outside of himself: it is in projecting and losing himself beyond himself that he makes man to exist; and, on the other hand, it is by pursuing transcendent aims that he himself is able to exist. Since man is thus self-surpassing, and can grasp objects only in relation to his self-surpassing, he is himself the heart and center of his transcendence. There is no other universe except the human universe, the universe of human subjectivity.
Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.
Quietism is the attitude of people who say: "let others do what I cannot do." The doctrine I am presenting before you is precisely the opposite of this, since it declares that there is no reality except in action.
Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.