Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black

Truths Are Illusions Of Which One Has Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors That Have Become Worn-out And Deprived Of Their Sensuous Force, Coins That Have Lost Their Imprint And Are Now No Longer Seen As Coins But As Metal.

Happiness: Being Able To Forget Or, To Express In A More Learned Fashion.

So Far No One Had Had Enough Courage And Intelligence To Reveal Me To My Dear Germans. My Problems Are New, My Psychological Horizon Frighteningly Comprehensive, My Language Bold And Clear; There May Well Be No Books Written In German Which Are Richer In Ideas And More Independent Than Mine.

It Is Difficult To Preach, This Morality Of Mediocrity! It May Never Admit What It Is And What It Wants! It Must Speak About Restraint And Worth And Duty And Love Of One's Neighbor.

The Philosopher Believes That The Value Of His Philosophy Lies In The Whole, In The Building: Posterity Discovers It In The Bricks With Which He Built And Which Are Then Often Used Again For Better Building: In The Fact, That Is To Say, That Building Can Be Destroyed And Nonetheless Possess Value As Material.