Nobody Thanks A Witty Man For Politeness

This Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More; And There Will Be Nothing New In It, But Every Pain And Every Joy And Every Thought And Sigh And Everything Unutterably Small Or Great In Your Life Will Have To Return To You, All In The Same Succession And Sequence - Even This Spider And This Moonlight Between The Trees, And Even This Moment And I Myself. The Eternal Hourglass Of Existence Is Turned Upside Down Again And Again, And You With It, Speck Of Dust!

Was That Life? Well Then, Once More!

Every True Faith Is Infallible. It Performs What The Believing Person Hopes To Find In It. But It Does Not Offer The Least Support For The Establishing Of An Objective Truth. Here The Ways Of Men Divide. If You Want To Achieve Peace Of Mind And Happiness, Have Faith. If You Want To Be A Disciple Of Truth, Then Search.

We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of The Truth.

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.