Amor Fati – “love Your

A Soul Which Knows That It Is Loved, But Does Not Itself Love, Betrays Its Sediment: Its Dregs Come Up.

Love As A Passion—it Is Our European Specialty—must Absolutely Be Of Noble Origin; As Is Well Known, Its Invention Is Due To The Provencal Poet-cavaliers, Those Brilliant, Ingenious Men Of The "gai Saber," To Whom Europe Owes So Much, And Almost Owes Itself.

Many Other Such Substitutes For War Will Be Discovered, But Perhaps Precisely Thereby It Will Become More And More Obvious That Such A Highly Cultivated And Therefore Necessarily Enfeebled Humanity As That Of Modern Europe Not Only Needs Wars, But The Greatest And Most Terrible Wars, Consequently Occasional Relapses Into Barbarism, Lest, By The Means Of Culture, It Should Lose Its Culture And Its Very Existence.

Be Careful When You Fight The Monsters, Lest You Become One.

What? A Great Man? I Only Ever See The Ape Of His Own Ideal.