Although Schopenhauer’s poison has already impregnated itself absolutely in my literature, I appreciate much more the grandiose madness of Nietzsche, which demands a greater effort of the spirit and rewards with honor the very few capable of achieving it. To overcome nihilism and inoculate in the mind a resounding and definitive “yes,” to despise the petty and ephemeral hardships, to transform existence into a rotund exclamation,—even if it is necessary to contradict the rational:—all this seems more beautiful and more worthy of value.
Nietzsche’s Grandiose Madness
