Convictions Are More Dangerous Foes Of Truth

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of All Tragedies?

To The Mediocre, Mediocrity Is A Form Of Happiness.

Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.