In Constructing Concepts, We Overlook The Fact

So Far There Has Been No Philosopher In Whose Hands Philosophy Has Not Grown Into An Apology For Knowledge; On This Point, At Least, Every One Is An Optimist, That The Greatest Usefulness Must Be Ascribed To Knowledge. They Are All Tyrannized Over By Logic, And This Is Optimism In Its Essence.

The Strong Individual Loves The Earth So Much He Lusts For Recurrence. He Can Smile In The Face Of The Most Terrible Thought: Meaningless, Aimless Existence Recurring Eternally. The Second Characteristic Of Such A Man Is That He Has The Strength To Recognize - And To Live With The Recognition - That The World Is Valueless In Itself And That All Values Are Human Ones. He Creates Himself By Fashioning His Own Values; He Has The Pride To Live By The Values He Wills.

There Is Something Laughable About The Sight Of Authors Who Enjoy The Rustling Folds Of Long And Involved Sentences: They Are Trying To Cover Up Their Feet.

But Like Infection Is The Petty Thought: It Creeps And Hides, And Wants To Be Nowhere--until The Whole Body Is Decayed And Withered By The Petty Infection... Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

The Radical Hostility, The Deadly Hostility Against Sensuality, Is Always A Symptom To Reflect On: It Entitles Us To Suppositions Concerning The Total State Of One Who Is Excessive In This Manner.