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| Those who can breathe the air of my writings know that it is an air of the heights, a strong air. One must be made for it. Otherwise there is no small danger that one may catch cold in it... | |
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| The ice is near, the solitude tremendous—but how calmly all things lie in the light! How freely one breathes! How much one feels beneath oneself! | |
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Perhaps Nietzsche Snowman needs a hug...
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| Philosophy, as I have so far understood and lived it, means living voluntarily among ice and high mountains | |
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