"Anyone who knows how to breathe the air of my writings knows that it is an air of the heights, a bracing air. You must be made for it, or else you are in no little danger of catching cold in it. The ice is near, the solitude is immense—but how peacefully everything lies in the light! how freely you breathe! how much you feel to be beneath you!—Philosophy, as I have understood and lived it so far, is choosing to live in ice and high mountains—seeking out everything alien and questionable in existence, everything that has hitherto been excluded by morality. From the long experience which such a wandering in the forbidden gave me, I learnt to view the reasons people
have moralized and idealized so far very differently from what may be wished: the hidden history of philosophers, the psychology of their great names came to light for me. How much truth can a spirit* stand, how much truth does it dare? — for me that became more and more the real measure of value. Error (belief in the ideal) is not blindness, error is cowardice... Every achievement, every step forwards in knowledge is the consequence of courage, of toughness towards oneself, of sincerity* towards oneself... I do not refute ideals, I just put gloves on to protect myself against them... Nitimur in vetitum: under this sign my philosophy will triumph one day, for the only thing that has been altogether forbidden so far is the truth."
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