They Devour Each Other And Cannot Even

The One Conclusive Argument That Has At All Times Discouraged People From Drinking A Poison Is Not That It Kills But Rather That It Tastes Bad.

I Call A Lie: Wanting Not To See Something One Does See, Wanting Not To See Something As One Sees It... The Most Common Lie Is The Lie One Tells To Oneself; Lying To Others Is Relatively The Exception.

The Great Man... Is Colder, Harder, Less Hesitating, And Without Fear Of 'opinion'; He Lacks The Virtues That Accompany Respect And 'respectability,' And Altogether Everything That Is The 'virtue Of The Herd.' If He Cannot Lead, He Goes Alone... He Knows He Is Incommunicable: He Finds It Tasteless To Be Familiar... When Not Speaking To Himself, He Wears A Mask. There Is A Solitude Within Him That Is Inaccessible To Praise Or Blame.

The Noble Caste Was In The Beginning Always The Barbarian Caste: Their Superiority Lay, Not In Their Physical Strength, But Primarily In Their Psychical - They Were More Complete Human Beings.

With The Unknown, One Is Confronted With Danger, Discomfort, And Care; The First Instinct Is To Abolish These Painful States. First Principle: Any Explanation Is Better Than None. . . . The Causal Instinct Is Thus Conditional Upon, And Excited By, The Feeling Of Fear. The "why?" Shall, If At All Possible, Not Give The Cause For Its Own Sake So Much As For A Particular Kind Of Cause -- A Cause That Is Comforting, Liberating, And Relieving.