Cynicism Is The Only Form In Which

I Want To Learn More And More To See As Beautiful What Is Necessary In Things; Then I Shall Be One Of Those Who Make Things Beautiful. Amor Fati: Let That Be My Love Henceforth! I Do Not Want To Wage War Against What Is Ugly. I Do Not Want To Accuse; I Do Not Even Want To Accuse Those Who Accuse. Looking Away Shall Be My Only Negation. And All In All And On The Whole: Some Day I Wish To Be Only A Yes-sayer.

Great Things Demand That We Either Remain Silent About Them Or Speak In A Great Manner: In A Great Manner, That Is-cynically And With Innocence.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.

It Is Always Consoling To Think Of Suicide: In That Way One Gets Through Many A Bad Night.

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!