Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of

If You Stare Into The Abyss Long Enough The Abyss Stares Back At You.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

Actual Philosophers... Are Commanders And Law-givers: They Say "thus It Shall Be!", It Is They Who Determine The Wherefore And Whither Of Mankind, And They Possess For This Task The Preliminary Work Of All The Philosophical Laborers, Of All Those Who Have Subdued The Past - They Reach For The Future With Creative Hand, And Everything That Is Or Has Been Becomes For Them A Means, An Instrument, A Hammer.

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.

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".