Friedrich Nietzsche — "God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ours…"
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?
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"The greatest event of recent times — that 'God is dead,' that the belief in the Christian God has become unbelievable — is already beginning to cast its first shadows over Europe."
"The secret of a joyful life is to live dangerously."
"How little it takes to make us happy! The sound of a bagpipe. Without music life would be a mistake. The German even imagines God as singing songs."
"Every talent must be paid for. One pays for it always, whether one has it or not, with a long and painful struggle."
"The will to overcome an emotion is ultimately only the will of another emotion or of several other emotions."
German philosopher of 'God is dead,' ressentiment, and the will to power, who attacked Christian moral psychology at its foundations. Closely associated with Arthur Schopenhauer (his early intellectual father, later broken with). For an intellectual contrast, see Søren Kierkegaard, Danish Christian existentialist of the leap of faith — both diagnosed modern despair, but Kierkegaard's answer was Christ and Nietzsche's was the death of God — the two existentialist roads taken from the same starting point.
The standard scholarly entry points to Friedrich Nietzsche's work: Walter Kaufmann (Princeton, the postwar Nietzsche rehabilitator) — Nietzsche: Philosopher, Psychologist, Antichrist (1950); Brian Leiter (University of Chicago Law School) — Nietzsche on Morality (2002); Maudemarie Clark (UC Riverside, Emerita) — Nietzsche on Truth and Philosophy (1990). These are the works graduate seminars cite when teaching Friedrich Nietzsche.
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