Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten

Art Is The Great Stimulus To Life.

More And More It Seems To Me That The Philosopher, Being Of Necessity A Man Of Tomorrow And The Day After Tomorrow, Has Always Found Himself, And Had To Find Himself, In Contradiction To His Today: His Enemy Was Ever The Ideal Of Today. So Far All These Extraordinary Furtherers Of Men Whom One Calls Philosophers, Though They Themselves Have Rarely Felt Like Friends Of Wisdom But Rather Like Disagreeable Fools And Dangerous Question Marks, Have Found Their Task, Their Hard, Unwanted, Inescapable Task, But Eventually Also The Greatness Of Their Task, In Being The Bad Conscience Of Their Time.

An Attack On The Roots Of Passion Means An Attack On The Roots Of Life.

I Am Opposed To Socialism Because It Dreams Ingenuously Of Good, Truth, Beauty, And Equal Rights.

Only Strong Personalities Can Endure History, The Weak Are Extinguished By It.