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A Few Hours Of Mountain Climbing Make A Blackguard And A Saint Two Rather Similar Creatures.

I Want To Teach Men The Sense Of Their Existence, Which Is The Superman, The Lightning Out Of The Dark Cloud Man.

Now We Will No Longer Concede So Easily That Anyone Has The Truth; The Rigorous Methods Of Inquiry Have Spread Sufficient Distrust And Caution, So That We Experience Every Man Who Represents Opinions Violently In Word And Deed As Any Enemy Of Our Present Culture, Or At Least As A Backward Person. And In Fact, The Fervor About Having The Truth Counts Very Little Today In Relation To That Other Fervor, More Gentle And Silent, To Be Sure, For Seeking The Truth, A Search That Does Not Tire Of Learning Afresh And Testing Anew.

Reckoned Physiologically, Everything Ugly Weakens And Afflicts Man. It Recalls Decay, Danger, Impotence; He Actually Suffers A Loss Of Energy In Its Presence. The Effect Of The Ugly Can Be Measured With A Dynamometer. Whenever Man Feels In Any Way Depressed, He Senses The Proximity Of Something Ugly. His Feeling Of Power, His Will To Power, His Courage, His Pride - They Decline With The Ugly, They Increase With The Beautiful.

Whoever Deliberately Attempts To Insure Confidentiality With Another Person Is Usually In Doubt As To Whether He Inspires That Person's Confidence In Him. One Who Is Sure That He Inspires Confidence Attaches Little Importance To Confidentiality.