Whoever Is Related To Me In The

Sometimes We Owe A Friend To The Lucky Circumstance That We Give Him No Cause For Envy.

God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. Yet His Shadow Still Looms. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers?

There Is Nothing For Which Men Ask To Be Paid Dearer Than For Humiliation.

The Really Royal Calling Of The Philosopher (as Expressed By Alcuin The Anglo-saxon): To Correct What Is Wrong, And Strengthen The Right, And Raise What Is Holy.

There Is Nothing More Necessary Than Truth, And In Comparison With It Everything Else Has Only Secondary Value. This Absolute Will To Truth: What Is It? Is It The Will To Not Allow Ourselves To Be Deceived? Is It The Will Not To Deceive? One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.