A Refined Nature Is Vexed By Knowing

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.

The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That He Always Lies.

This Demand Follows From An Insight That I Was The First To Articulate: That There Are No Moral Facts.

Only You Must Have Worthy Foes Hate, But Not Enemies Worthy Of Contempt. You Must Be Proud Of Your Enemy.

One Should Adpot Only Those Situations In Which One Is In No Need Of Sham Virtues, But Rather, Like The Tight-rope Dancer On His Tight Rope, In Which One Must Either Fall Or Stand--or Escape.