All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

Our Shortcomings Are The Eyes With Which We See The Ideal.

Freedom Is The Will To Be Responsible For Ourselves. It Is To Preserve The Distance Which Separates Us From Other Men. To Grow More Indifferent To Hardship, To Severity, To Privation, And Even To Life Itself.

If One Considers How Much Reason Every Person Has For Anxiety And Timid Self-concealment, And How Three-quarters Of His Energy And Goodwill Can Be Paralyzed And Made Unfruitful By It, One Has To Be Very Grateful To Fashion

Truth Is A Mobile Army Of Metaphors, Metonyms, Anthropomorphisms, In Short A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Subjected To Poetic And Rhetorical Intensification, Translation And Decoration […]; Truths Are Illusions Of Which We Have Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors Which Have Become Worn By Frequent Use And Have Lost All Sensuous Vigour […]. Yet We Still Do Not Know Where The Drive To Truth Comes From, For So Far We Have Only Heard About The Obligation To Be Truthful Which Society Imposes In Order To Exist" From, "on Truth And Lying In A Non-moral Sense".

There Is Nothing More Necessary Than Truth, And In Comparison With It Everything Else Has Only Secondary Value. This Absolute Will To Truth: What Is It? Is It The Will To Not Allow Ourselves To Be Deceived? Is It The Will Not To Deceive? One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.