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“Men of profound sadness betray themselves when they are happy: they have a way of embracing happiness as if they wanted to crush and suffocate it, from jealousy: alas, they know only too well that it will flee.”

Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

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Beyond Good and Evil

This book delves into the complexities of moral philosophy, questioning conventional moral values and advocating for a more nuanced understanding of human nature and societal norms. more

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Friedrich Nietzsche
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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