Nietzsche would throughout his life speak of the base nature of women. He has so many great quotes about female nature, and they are all really spot on. His life ended tragically however. It would have been sad on it's own, but his sister made it tragic.

His younger sister looked up to him as her hero most of her life. Nietzsche got sick however, I believe syphallus, and his brain and mind began to decay, he basically went mad and became bedridden. This is when his siter became his worst enemy, and he was utterly defenceless to her due to his infirmity.

He was working on a book called The Will to Power, trying to basically find the "god" particle, so to speak. That is to say, the omnipresent metaphysical force that was behind and powered all of life, which he believed was "will". But he changed his mind, deciding life could not be diminished to a single concept like this. He scrapped the notebook, started adding shopping lists in the pages. But once he lost his mind, his sister published it for the money. By that time Nietzsche had become famous and his books were selling.

As if that wasn't bad enough, she used his home like a museum, or some sort of sideshow. She would have people come over to observe Nietzsche in bed in the throes of madness. The bitch even gave Hitler his walking stick. Nietzsche LOVED walking, he wrote about it so much, and he was anything but an anti-semite. He would have opposed Hitler with every ounce of his being. But not his sister.

She essentially wrecked any kind of comfort he could have had at the end of his short life, she misrepresented him and filled his home with the kind of people he would never associate with.

His work speaks for itself, but the story of this adoring sister who decided to rape her brother in every way as soon as he became enfeebled is one that always tears at me. Nietzsche understood women. It's such a shame he had no male relatives to look after him, someone who would safeguard his honour and defend his convictions.