Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.

All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

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.

Narrow souls I cannot abide; There's almost no good or evil inside

Man alone resists the direction of gravitation: he constantly wants to fall--upwards.

Better know nothing than half-know many things.

How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?