Many people wait throughout their whole lives for the chance to be good in their own fashion.

When our brain feels too weak to deal with our opponent's objections, our heart answers by casting suspicion on their underlying motives.

To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.

Our sense of the tragic waxes and wanes with our sensuality.

Vanity is the fear of appearing original: it is thus a lack of pride, but not necessarily a lack of originality.

We fear our neighbor's hostile mood because we are afraid that this mood will lead him to penetrate our secrets.

A belief, however necessary it may be for the preservation of a species, has nothing to do with truth. The falseness of a judgment is not for us necessarily an objection to a judgment. The question is to what extent it is life-promoting, life-preserving, species preserving, perhaps even species cultivating. To recognize untruth as a condition of life--that certainly means resisting accustomed value feelings in a dangerous way; and a philosophy that risks this would by that token alone place itself beyond good and evil.