Man Is No Longer An Artist, He

The Aphorism, The Apothegm, In Which I Am The First Among The Germans To Be A Master, Are The Forms Of “eternity”; It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Everyone Else Says In A Book — What Everyone Else Does Not Say In A Book.

Are You Genuine? Or Just An Actor? A Representative? Or What It Is That Is Represented?-in The End, You Might Merely Be Someone Mimicking An Actor ... Second Question Of Conscience.

He Who Has Attained The Freedom Of Reason To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth - And Not Even As A Traveler Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing. But He Certainly Wants To Observe And Keep His Eyes Open To Whatever Actually Happens In The World; Therefore He Cannot Attach His Heart Too Firmly To Anything Individual; He Must Have In Himself Something Wandering That Takes Pleasure In Change And Transitoriness.

Man Is A Rope, Tied Between Beast And Overman — A Rope Over An Abyss.

A Belief, However Necessary It May Be For The Preservation Of A Species, Has Nothing To Do With Truth. The Falseness Of A Judgment Is Not For Us Necessarily An Objection To A Judgment. The Question Is To What Extent It Is Life-promoting, Life-preserving, Species Preserving, Perhaps Even Species Cultivating. To Recognize Untruth As A Condition Of Life--that Certainly Means Resisting Accustomed Value Feelings In A Dangerous Way; And A Philosophy That Risks This Would By That Token Alone Place Itself Beyond Good And Evil.