One Is Proud To Worship When He

A Little Poison Now And Then: That Makes For Pleasant Dreams. And A Lot Of Poison At The End, For A Pleasant Death.

Indeed, At Hearing The News That 'the Old God Is Dead', We Philosophers And 'free Spirits' Feel Illuminated By A New Dawn; Our Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Amazement, Forebodings, Expectation - Finally The Horizon Seems Clear Again, Even If Not Bright; Finally Our Ships May Set Out Again, Set Out To Face Any Danger; Every Daring Of The Lover Of Knowledge Is Allowed Again; The Sea, Our Sea, Lies Open Again; Maybe There Has Never Been Such An 'open Sea'.

The Snake That Cannot Shed Its Skin Perishes.

We Criticize A Thinker More Acutely When He Advances A Proposition That Is Disagreeable To Us; And Yet It Would Be More Reasonableto Do So When His Proposition Is Agreeable To Us.

Whoever Gives Advice To The Sick Gains A Sense Of Superiority Over Them, No Matter Whether His Advice Is Accepted Or Rejected. That Is Why Sick People Who Are Sensitive And Proud Hate Their Advisors Even More Than Their Illnesses.