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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".

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Truth Is A Mobile

Friedrich Nietzsche

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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".

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Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.

Everything That Has Been Is Eternal: The Sea Will Wash It Up Again.

The Tragedy Is That We Cannot Believe The Dogmas Of Religion And Metaphysics If We Have The Strict Methods Of Truth In Heart And Head, But On The Other Hand, We Have Become Through The Development Of Humanity So Tenderly Suffering That We Need The Highest Kind Of Means Of Salvation And Consolation: Whence Arises The Danger That Man May Bleed To Death Through The Truth That He Realises.

He Who Obeys, Does Not Listen To Himself!

A Pair Of Powerful Spectacles Has Sometimes Sufficed To Cure A Person In Love.

The Courage Of All One Really Knows Comes But Late In Life.

It Is Not Things, But Opinions About Things That Have Absolutely No Existence, Which Have So Deranged Mankind!

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Oh Great Star! What Would Your Happiness Be If You Did Not Have Us To Shine For?

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For All Things Are Baptized At The Font Of Eternity, And Beyond Good And Evil; Good And Evil Themselves, However, Are But Intervening Shadows And Damp Afflictions And Passing Clouds.

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Of All Evil I Deem You Capable: Therefore I Want Good From You. Verily, I Have Often Laughed At The Weaklings Who Thought Themselves Good Because They Had No Claws.

Generally Speaking, The Greater A Woman's Beauty, The Greater Her Modesty.

Without Forgetting It Is Quite Impossible To Live At All.

Your Highest Thought, However, Ye Shall Have It Commanded Unto You By Me - And It Is This: Man Is Something That Is To Be Surpassed.

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.

Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

So Long As The Priest, That Professional Negator, Slanderer And Poisoner Of Life, Is Regarded As A Superior Type Of Human Being, There Cannot Be Any Answer To The Question: What Is Truth?

A Friend Should Be A Master At Guessing And Keeping Still: You Must Not Want To See Everything.

One Hears - One Does Not Seek; One Takes - One Does Not Ask Who Gives.

This Sign I Give You: Every People Speaks Its Tongue Of Good And Evil, Which The Neighbor Does Not Understand. It Has Invented Its Own Language Of Customs And Rights.

I Love Him Who Laboureth And Inventeth, That He May Build The House For The Superman, And Prepare For Him Earth, Animal, And Plant: For Thus Seeketh He His Own Down-going.

Only He Who Is Man Enough Will Release The Woman In Woman.

He Who Seeks Intelligence Lacks Intelligence.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

If We Possess A Why Of Life We Can Put Up With Almost Any How.

All Great Things Must First Wear Terrifying And Monstrous Masks, In Order To Inscribe Themselves On The Hearts Of Humanity.

Scholars Who Become Politicians Are Usually Assigned The Comic Role Of Having To Be The Good Conscience Of State Policy.

You're Going To Women? Don't Forget Your Whip!

I Am A Forest, And A Night Of Dark Trees: But He Who Is Not Afraid Of My Darkness, Will Find Banks Full Of Roses Under My Cypresses.

The Bite Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Ah, How Little You Know Of Human Happiness - You Comfortable And Benevolent People! For Happiness And Unhappiness Are Brother And Sister - Or Even Twins Who Grow Up Together - Or In Your Case - Remain Small Together!

When Horror Is Associated With What Is Harmful, Evil Results, When Disgust Does, Badness.

We Have Arranged For Ourselves A World In Which We Can Live - By Positing Bodies, Lines, Planes, Causes And Effects, Motion And Rest, Form And Content; Without These Articles Of Faith Nobody Could Now Endure Life. But That Does Not Prove Them. Life Is No Argument. The Conditions Of Life Might Include Error.

One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.

A Person Must Have A Good Memory To Keep The Promises He Has Made. A Person Must Have A Strong Imagination To Be Able To Have Pity. So Closely Is Morality Tied To The Quality Of The Intellect.

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!

Necessity Is Not A Fact; It's An Interpretation.

We Seldom Break A Leg As Long As We Are Climbing Wearily Upwards In Our Lives, Instead We Do It When We Start Going Easy On Ourselves And Choosing The Comfortable Paths.

I Feel All Those Human Beings To Be Pernicious Who Can No Longer Oppose What They Love: They Thereby Ruin The Best Things And People.

The Consequences Of Our Actions Take Hold Of Us, Quite Indifferent To Our Claim That Meanwhile We Have 'improved.

There Are No Limits To God's Compassion With Paradises Over Their One Universally Felt Want: He Immediately Created Other Animals Besides. God's First Blunder: Man Didn't Find The Animals Amusing, - He Dominated Them And Didn't Even Want To Be An 'animal.'

What The Philosopher Is Seeking Is Not Truth, But Rather The Metamorphosis Of The World Into Man.

I Have Learned To Walk: Ever Since, I Let Myself Run. I Have Learned To Fly: Ever Since, I Do Not Want To Be Pushed Before Moving Along.

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