Almost Two Thousand Years, And No New

We Must Beware Of One Who Is In A Passion Against Us As Of One Who Has Once Sought Our Life; For The Fact That We Still Live Is Due To The Absence Of Power To Kill, - If Looks Could Kill, We Should Have Been Dead Long Ago.

Nothing In Life Possesses Value Except The Degree Of Power--assuming That Life Itself Is The Will To Power.

Righteousness Exalteth A Nation.

Kindliness, Friendliness, The Courtesy Of The Heart, Are Ever-flowing Streams Of Non Egoistic Impulses, And Have Given Far More Powerful Assistance To Culture Than Even Those Much More Famous Demonstrations Which Are Called Pity, Mercy, And Self-sacrifice.

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".