In Being Wildly Natural We

Truth Is A Mobile Army Of Metaphors, Metonyms, Anthropomorphisms, In Short A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Subjected To Poetic And Rhetorical Intensification, Translation And Decoration […]; Truths Are Illusions Of Which We Have Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors Which Have Become Worn By Frequent Use And Have Lost All Sensuous Vigour […]. Yet We Still Do Not Know Where The Drive To Truth Comes From, For So Far We Have Only Heard About The Obligation To Be Truthful Which Society Imposes In Order To Exist" From, "on Truth And Lying In A Non-moral Sense".

Carlyle, A Man Of Strong Words And Attitudes, A Rhetorician Out Of Necessity, Constantly Aroused By The Craving For A Strong Faithas Well As By The Feeling Of An Incapacity For It (min This Respect A Typical Romantic!).... Fundamentally, Carlyle Is An English Atheist Who Makes It A Point Of Honor Not To Be One.

One Is Proud To Worship When He Cannot Be An Idol.

Happiness Is The Feeling That Power Increases - That Resistance Is Being Overcome.

The Secret Of Realizing The Greatest Fruitfulness And The Greatest Enjoyment Of Existence Is: To Live Dangerously! Build Your Cities On The Slopes Of Vesuvius! Send Your Ships Out Into Uncharted Seas! Live In Conflict With Your Equals And With Yourselves! Be Robbers And Ravagers As Soon As You Ca Not Be Rulers And Owners, You Men Of Knowledge! The Time Will Soon Past When You Could Be Content To Live Concealed Int He Woods Like Timid Deer!