Love Is More Afraid Of Change Than

The Various Languages Placed Side By Side Show That With Words It Is Never A Question Of Truth, Never A Question Of Adequate Expression; Otherwise, There Would Not Be So Many Languages. The 'thing In Itself' (which Is Precisely What The Pure Truth, Apart From Any Of Its Consequences, Would Be) Is Likewise Something Quite Incomprehensible To The Creator Of Language And Something Not In The Least Worth Striving For.

He Who Does Not Desire Much More From Things Than Knowledge Of Them Easily Makes Peace With His Soul.

I Am Afraid That Old Women Are More Skeptical In Their Most Secret Heart Of Hearts Than Any Man: They Believe In The Superficiality Of Existence As In Its Essence, And All Virtue And Profundity Is To Them Merely A Veil Over This "truth," A Most Welcome Veil Over A Pudendum--and So A Matter Of Decency And Modesty, And Nothing Else.

The Best Of All Things Is Something Entirely Outside Your Grasp: Not To Be Born, Not To Be, To Be Nothing. But The Second-best Thing For You - Is To Die Soon.

Thus The Will To Power Strives Towards Oppositions, Towards Displeasure. There Is A Will To Suffering At The Foundation Of All Organic Life (contrary To "happiness" As "goal").