I Became An Ardent, But Never A

What Has Here Happened Is That The Instinct Of Cruelty, Which Has Turned Inwards, Has Become Self-torture, And All Man's Animal Instincts Have Been Reinterpreted As Guilt Towards God. Every Nay Man Utters To His Nature, To His Real Being, He Flings Out As A Yea, An Affirmation Of Reality Applied To God's Sanctity

We Need Only Think Of The Number Of Talented Men Who Sooner Or Later Make Their Apologies And Concessions To Philistinism, So As To Be Permitted To Exist.

It Appears To Nietzsche That The Modern Age Has Produced For Imitation Three Types Of Man ... First, Rousseau's Man, The Titan Who Raises Himself ... And In His Need Calls Upon Holy Nature. Then Goethe's Man ... A Spectator Of The World ... Third Schopenhauer's Man ... Voluntarily Takes Upon Himself The Pain Of Telling The Truth.

Nietzsche Says That As Soon As He Had Read A Single Page Of Schopenhauer, He Knew He Would Read Every Page Of Him And Pay Heed To Every Word, Even To The Errors He Might Find. Every Intellectual Aspirant Will Be Able To Name Men Whom He Has Read In This Way.

The War Imbued My Tin Soldiers With Quite A New Interest. It Was Impossible To Have Boxes Enough Of Them.