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I raised my case .. 5/5 and straight to my favorite shelf :-)

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Page 82:
"My whole life has become a journey, and I begin to feel that my only home, the only familiar place to which I always return, is my illness.��

P103 :
Is it my duty to impose a truth on others that they do not wish to know?"
“Who can determine what one wishes not to know?�� Nietzsche demanded.

P109:
Dying is hard. I’ve always felt the final reward of the dead is to die no more!��

P141:
You wonder about a conversation with nothing concealed—its real name is hell, I believe. To disclose oneself to another is the prelude to betrayal, and betrayal makes one sick, does it not?��.

P210:
The other day you described your belief that the specter of nihilism was stalking Europe. You argued that Darwin has made God obsolete, that just as we once created God, we have all now killed him. And that we no longer know how to live without our religious mythologies. Now I know you didn’t say this directly—correct me if I’m mistaken—but I believe you consider it your mission to demonstrate that out of disbelief one can create a code of behavior for man, a new morality, a new enlightenment, to replace one born out of superstition and the lust for the supernatural.�� He paused.

P256:
After twenty years of such wondering, I now believe that fears are not born of darkness; rather, fears are like the stars—always there, but obscured by the glare of daylight. And dreams, dreams are a glorious mystery which beg to be understood. I envy you your dreams. I rarely capture mine.

P265:
In that letter, I stated that there was a basic division of the ways of men: those who wish for peace of soul and happiness must believe and embrace faith, while those who wish to pursue the truth must forsake peace of mind and devote their life to live inquiry.

P282:
“The fact that the will cannot will backward does not mean the will is impotent! Because, thank God, God is dead—that does not mean existence has no purpose! Because death comes—that does not mean that life has no value. These are all things I shall teach you in time.

P341:
But who will protect us—the holy skeptics? Who will warn us of threats to the love of wisdom and hatred of servitude? Shall that be my calling? We skeptics have our enemies, our Satans who undermine our doubting and plant the seeds of faith in the most cunning places. Thus we kill gods, but we sanctify their replacements—teachers, artists, beautiful women.

P346:
Though no stones hear and none can see
Each sobs softly, ‘Remember me. Remember me.'

P414:
“I don’t know what else to say except that, thanks to you, I know that the key to living well is first to will that which is necessary and then to love that which is willed."

P432:
“Do you know that no other woman has ever touched me? Not to be loved or touched-ever? To live an absolutely unobserved life-do you know what that is like? Often I go for days without saying a word to anyone, except perhaps ”Guten Morgen�� and “Guten Abend’to my Gasthaus owner. Yes, Josef, you were right in your interpretation of ‘no slot.�� I belong nowhere. I have no home, no circle of friends to whom I speak daily, no closet full of belongings, no family hearth. I don’t even have a state, for I have given up my German citizenship and never remain in one place long enough to get a Swiss passport.��

P437:
"Perhaps we’re all fellow sufferers unable to see each other’s truth.��