As Though "the Truth" Were

Every Day I Count Wasted In Which There Has Been No Dancing.

And Let That Day Be Lost To Us On Which We Did Not Dance Once! And Let That Wisdom Be False To Us That Brought No Laughter With It!

All Preachers Of Morality, As Also All Theologians Have A Bad Habit In Common: All Of Them Try To Persuade Man That He Is Very Ill, And That A Severe, Final, Radical Cure Is Necessary.

The Wisest Man Would Be The One Richest In Contradictions, Who Has, As It Were, Antennae For All Types Of Men---as Well As His Great Moments Of Grand Harmony---a Rare Accident Even In Us! A Sort Of Planetary Motion---

The Will To Truth Is Merely The Longing For A Stable World.