Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with

Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood. – Friedrich Nietzsche

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What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father. – Friedrich Nietzsche

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Sons
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Rather perish than hate and fear, and twice rather perish than make oneself hated and feared — this must some day become the highest maxim for every single commonwealth. – Friedrich Nietzsche

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Miscellaneous
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hells despair. – William Blake

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Love

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. – Khalil Gibran

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Love
[T]here is no hope for us in this painful, mysterious world save in giving ourselves to love. – Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens

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Love

Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for. – Ray Bradbury

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Love

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I believe we can incentivize more affordable health care in general by better regulating insurance and creating meaningful competition for health care services. – Amy Klobuchar

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Health

America wants solutions. America wants a leader. No more tabloid politics. – Alveda King

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Politics

And it sends an important message to me, because I am sick to death to hear my opponent saying Republicans dont trust me. They do trust me, in landslide proportions, and theyre proving it tonight. Were going to bury that for good. – Ben Nighthorse Campbell

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Trust

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spiders web. – Pablo Picasso

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Art