The Will To Truth Is Merely The

He Who Does Not Desire Much More From Things Than Knowledge Of Them Easily Makes Peace With His Soul.

To Explore The Whole Sphere Of The Modern Soul, To Have Sat In Every Nook- My Ambition, My Torture, And My Happiness

They Climb The Mountain Like Beasts, Stupid And Sweating; It Seems That No One Bothered To Tell Them That There Are Beautiful Vistas Along The Way.

All Human Life Is Sunk Deep In Untruth; The Individual Cannot Pull It Out Of This Well Without Growing Profoundly Annoyed With His Entire Past, Without Finding His Present Motives (like Honor) Senseless, And Without Opposing Scorn And Disdain To The Passions That Urge One On To The Future And To The Happiness In It.

There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.