Truth Is Only An Illusion We Have

The True Man Wants Two Things: Danger And Play. For That Reason He Wants Woman, As The Most Dangerous Plaything.

Reason Is The Cause Of Our Falsification Of The Evidence Of The Senses. In So Far As The Senses Show Becoming, Passing Away, Change, They Do Not Lie.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

The Trodden Worm Curls Up. This Testifies To Its Caution. It Thus Reduces Its Chances Of Being Trodden Upon Again. In The Language Of Morality: Humility.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.