But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.
But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.
But the thought is one thing, the deed is another, and another yet is the image of the deed. The wheel of causality does not roll between them.
Thoughts are the shadows of our sensations -- always darker, emptier, simpler than these.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.
When we talk in company we lose our unique tone of voice, and this leads us to make statements which is no way correspond to our real thoughts.
Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.
When I think of women, it is their hair which first comes to my mind. The very idea of womanhood is a storm of hair. . . .
Even a thought, even a possibility, can shatter us and transform us.
All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.
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