[…] it seems to me that to take a book of mine into his hands is one of the rarest distinctions anyone can offer upon himself- I even assume he removes his shoes when he does so-not to speak of boots!

[…] to have understood, which is to say experienced, si sentences of that book (Zarathustra) would raise one to a higher level of mortals than “modern” man could attain to.

This very summer just gone, at a time when, with my own neighty, too heavily weighty literature I was perhaps throwing all the rest of literature off its balance…

I am, in greek and not only in greek, the Antichrist…

I have been told it is impossible to put a book of mine down- I even disturb the night’s rest…

Who knows? Perhaps I am the firdt psychologist of the eternal-womanly. They all love me- an old story; excepting the abortive women, the “emancipated”, who lack the stuff for children

Friedrich Nietzsche, Why I am so clever

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