One Should Die Proudly When It Is

The Truth Is Ugly: We Have Art So As Not To Perish From The Truth.

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.

All Sciences Are Now Under The Obligation To Prepare The Ground For The Future Task Of The Philosopher, Which Is To Solve The Problem Of Value, To Determine The True Hierarchy Of Values.

One Must Learn To Love Oneself With A Wholesome And Healthy Love, So That One Can Bear To Be With Oneself And Need Not Roam.

He Who Knows Not How To Plant His Will In Things At Least Endows Them With Some Meaning: That Is To Say, He Believes That A Will Is Already Present In Them (a Principle Of Faith.)