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“Life — for me — is neither good nor bad, neither a theory nor an idea. Life is a reality, and the reality of life is war. For one who is a born warrior, life is a fountain of joy, for others it is only a fountain of humiliation and sorrow. I no longer demand carefree joy from life. It couldn’t give it to me, and I would no longer know what to do with it now that my adolescence is past...”

Quote by Renzo Novatore

Book:I Am Also a Nihilist

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I Am Also a Nihilist

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Renzo Novatore was an Italian philosopher born on May 12, 1890, and died on November 29, 1922. His philosophical thoughts were deeply influenced by existentialism and Nietzsche, emphasizing the importance of individual freedom and creativity. more

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