It Is Inhuman To Bless Where One

We Feign Pity When We Want To Demonstrate Our Ascendancy Over Feelings Of Hostility: But Usually In Vain. Whenever We Notice This,there Is An Accompanying Surge In Those Hostile Sensations.

What Do You Plan To Do In The Land Of The Sleepers? You Have Been Floating In A Sea Of Solitude, And The Sea Has Borne You Up. At Long Last, Are You Ready For Dry Land? Are You Ready To Drag Yourself Ashore?

What Then Is Truth? A Movable Host Of Metaphors, Metonymies, And Anthropomorphisms: In Short, A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Poetically And Rhetorically Intensified, Transferred, And Embellished, And Which, After Long Usage, Seem To A People To Be Fixed, Canonical, And Binding. Truths Are Illusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions — They Are Metaphors That Have Become Worn Out And Have Been Drained Of Sensuous Force.

Humility Has The Toughest Hide.

This Sign I Give You: Every People Speaks Its Tongue Of Good And Evil, Which The Neighbor Does Not Understand. It Has Invented Its Own Language Of Customs And Rights.