When gods die, they always die many sorts of death.
The less men are fettered by tradition, the greater becomes the inward activity of their motives, and greater again in proportion to their outer restlessness.
The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.
Everything becomes and recurs eternally - escape is impossible!
What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.
Men subsequently put whatever is newly learned or experienced to use as a plowshare, perhaps even as a weapon: but women immediately include it among their ornaments.