Praise Is More Obtrusive Than A Reproach.

What Then In The Last Resort Are The Truths Of Mankind? They Are The Irrefutable Errors Of Mankind.

God Is Dead; But Given The Way Of Men, There May Still Be Caves For Thousands Of Years In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown. And We - We Still Have To Vanquish His Shadow, Too.

Those Moralists, On The Other Hand, Who, Following In The Footsteps Of Socrates, Offer The Individual A Morality Of Self-control And Temperance As A Means To His Own Advantage, As His Personal Key To Happiness, Are The Exceptions.

There Is No More Dangerous Error Than That Of Mistaking The Consequence For The Cause.

One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.