Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
Friedrich NietzscheRead
Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn't.
Interpretation
The quote reflects how quickly we judge others, often regretting those judgments when proven wrong.
Friedrich Nietzsche's quote highlights the human tendency to label others negatively and the discomfort that arises when those judgments are proven inaccurate. It serves as a reminder of the fallibility of our perceptions and encourages a more open-minded approach to understanding others' complexities, illustrating that initial impressions can often be misleading.
In practice
In a discussion about biases, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of not rushing to judgments.
Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
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Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness β as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne β and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.
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The anarchist and the Christian have a common origin.
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If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued." "If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.
It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.
I'm not good at finding 'encouraging' features in American culture. I doubt that aesthetic literacy has much of a future here.
Poverty, Poetry, and new Titles of Honor, make Men ridiculous
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