Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

The Rising And Falling Of The Scales Of Pride And Humility Sustain The Brooding Mind As Well As The Alternations Of Desire And Peace Of The Soul.

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

The Will To Truth Is Merely The Longing For A Stable World.

Belief In Form, But Disbelief In Content - That's What Makes An Aphorism Charming.

We Cannot Live Without Valuing: But We Can Live Without Valuing What You Value.