The Inability To Lie Is Far From

Everyone Wants To Be Foremost In This Future-and Yet Death And The Stillness Of Death Are The Only Things Certain And Common To All In This Future! How Strange That This Sole Thing That Is Certain And Common To All, Exercises Almost No Influence On Men, And That They Are The Furthest From Regarding Themselves As The Brotherhood Of Death! It Makes Me Happy To See That Men Do Not Want To Think At All Of The Idea Of Death!

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.

The Trodden Worm Curls Up. This Testifies To Its Caution. It Thus Reduces Its Chances Of Being Trodden Upon Again. In The Language Of Morality: Humility.

The Most Fatal Seductive Lie That Has Yet Existed

... Art Approaches As A Saving Sorceress, Expert At Healing. She Alone Knows How To Turn These Nauseous Thoughts About The Horror Or Absurdity Of Existence Into Notions With Which One Can Live.