Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At

And Those Who Were Seen Dancing Were Thought To Be Insane By Those Who Could Not Hear The Music.

Truth Is A Mobile Army Of Metaphors, Metonyms, Anthropomorphisms, In Short A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Subjected To Poetic And Rhetorical Intensification, Translation And Decoration […]; Truths Are Illusions Of Which We Have Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors Which Have Become Worn By Frequent Use And Have Lost All Sensuous Vigour […]. Yet We Still Do Not Know Where The Drive To Truth Comes From, For So Far We Have Only Heard About The Obligation To Be Truthful Which Society Imposes In Order To Exist" From, "on Truth And Lying In A Non-moral Sense".

The Soul Must Have Its Chosen Sewers To Carry Away Its Ordure. This Function Is Performed By Persons, Relationships, Professions, The Fatherland, The World, Or Finally, For The Really Arrogant - I Mean Our Modern Pessimists - By The Good God Himself.

I Am Too Inquisitive, Too Skeptical, Too Arrogant, To Let Myself Be Satisfied With An Obvious And Crass Solution Of Things. God Is Such An Obvious And Crass Solution; A Solution Which Is A Sheer Indelicacy To Us Thinkers - At Bottom He Is Really Nothing But A Coarse Commandment Against Us: Ye Shall Not Think!

Examine The Life Of The Best And Most Productive Men And Nations, And Ask Yourselves Whether A Tree Which Is To Grow Proudly Skywards Can Dispense With Bad Weather And Storms. Whether Misfortune And Opposition, Or Every Kind Of Hatred, Jealousy, Stubbornness, Distrust, Severity, Greed, And Violence Do Not Belong To The Favourable Conditions Without Which A Great Growth Even Of Virtue Is Hardly Possible?