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# Of all that is written, I love only what a man hath written with his blood
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- Published: 2026-03-12T08:04:27.000Z
- Updated: 2026-10-01T05:26:39.000Z
- Author: Alexandr Radayev
- Tags: Books, Observations

> Of all that is written, I love only what a man hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit.

> It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood: I hate the reading idlers.

> He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers, and spirit itself will stink.

> That every one can learn to read will ruin in the long run not only writing but thinking too.

> Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becometh rabble.

> He who writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart.

> In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak; but for that thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks: and those to whom they are spoken, big and tall.

> The air rare and pure, danger near, and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: these things suit one another well.

> I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. Courage, which scareth away ghosts, createth for itself goblins: courage wanteth to laugh.

> I no longer feel in common with you: this very cloud which I see beneath me, this blackness and heaviness at which I laugh, that is your thunder-cloud.

> Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation. And I look downward because I am exalted.

> Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted?

> He who climbeth on the highest mountains laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.

> Courageous, unconcerned, scornful, coercive: so wisdom wisheth us; she is a woman, and ever loveth only a warrior.

> Ye tell me: "Life is hard to bear." But for what purpose should ye have your pride in the morning and your resignation in the evening?

> Life is hard to bear; but do not affect to be so tender! We are all of us pretty load-bearing asses and ass-mares.

Friedrich Nietzsche. *Thus Spoke Zarathustra*