That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject.

Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament.

What is false in the science of facts may be true in the science of values.

That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject.

The combative instinct is a savage prompting by which one man's good is found in another's evil.

Memory itself is an internal rumour; and when to this hearsay within the mind we add the falsified echoes that reach us from others, we have but a shifting and unseizable basis to build upon. The picture we frame of the past changes continually and grows every day less similar to the original experience which it purports to describe.

The living have never shown me how to live.