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This is the manner of noble souls: they do not want to have anything for nothing; least of all, life. whoever is of the mob wants to live for nothing; we others, however, to whom life gave itself, we always think about what we might best give in return... one should not wish to enjoy where one does not give joy.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
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This Is The Manner Of Noble Souls:

Friedrich Nietzsche
This is the manner of noble souls: they do not want to have anything for nothing; least of all, life. whoever is of the mob wants to live for nothing; we others, however, to whom life gave itself, we always think about what we might best give in return... one should not wish to enjoy where one does not give joy.
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