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“But I need solitude--which is to say, recovery, return to myself, the breath of a free, light, playful air.”

Book:On the Genealogy of Morals / Ecce Homo

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On the Genealogy of Morals / Ecce Homo

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Friedrich Nietzsche

Friedrich Nietzsche was a German philosopher, cultural critic, poet, and writer whose works have had a profound impact on subsequent philosophy, literature, and thought. His ideas revolve around concepts such as the 'will to power', the 'Übermensch', and the 'eternal recurrence'. more

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Book:How Not to Be a Professional Footballer

Source: How Not to Be a Professional Footballer