Praise Is More Obtrusive Than A Reproach.

Let Us Beware Of Saying That Death Is The Opposite Of Life. The Living Being Is Only A Species Of The Dead, And A Very Rare Species.

As Soon As We Climb Higher Than Those Who Had At One Time Admired Us, We Appear To Them As Though We Have Sunken And Fallen Down:for, In Any Event, They Had At One Time Supposed That They Were With Us (even If It Were Through Us) On The Heights.

That Whatever A Man Says, Promises, Or Resolves In Passion He Must Stick To Later On When He Is Cold And Sober--this Demand Is Among The Heaviest Burdens That Weigh On Humankind.

Whoever Knows He Is Deep Tries To Be Clear, But Whoever Wants To Seem Deep To The Crowd Tries To Be Obscure. For The Crowd Supposes That Anything It Cannot See To The Bottom Must Be Deep: It Is So Timid And Goes So Unwillingly Into The Water.

Now We Will No Longer Concede So Easily That Anyone Has The Truth; The Rigorous Methods Of Inquiry Have Spread Sufficient Distrust And Caution, So That We Experience Every Man Who Represents Opinions Violently In Word And Deed As Any Enemy Of Our Present Culture, Or At Least As A Backward Person. And In Fact, The Fervor About Having The Truth Counts Very Little Today In Relation To That Other Fervor, More Gentle And Silent, To Be Sure, For Seeking The Truth, A Search That Does Not Tire Of Learning Afresh And Testing Anew.