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I Was In Darkness, But I Took Three Steps And Found Myself In Paradise. The First Step Was A Good Thought, The Second, A Good Word; And The Third, A Good Deed.

The Beautiful Exists Just As Little As The True. In Every Case It Is A Question Of The Conditions Of Preservation Of A Certain Type Of Man: Thus The Herd-man Will Experience The Value Feeling Of The True In Different Things Than Will The Overman.

To Use The Same Words Is Not A Sufficient Guarantee Of Understanding; One Must Use The Same Words For The Same Genus Of Inward Experience; Ultimately One Must Have One's Experiences In Common.

The Spirit Of The Poet Craves Spectators... Even If Only Buffaloes.

The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.