That Which Does Not Destroy,

My Conception Of Freedom. — The Value Of A Thing Sometimes Does Not Lie In That Which One Attains By It, But In What One Pays For It — What It Costs Us. Liberal Institutions Cease To Be Liberal As Soon As They Are Attained: Later On, There Are No Worse And No More Thorough Injurers Of Freedom Than Liberal Institutions.

This Is One Of The Stout-hearted Old Warriors: He Is Angry With Civilization Because He Supposes That Its Aim Is To Make All Goodthings--honors, Treasures, Beautiful Women--accessible Even To Cowards.

What Then Is Truth? A Movable Host Of Metaphors, Metonymies, And Anthropomorphisms: In Short, A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Poetically And Rhetorically Intensified, Transferred, And Embellished, And Which, After Long Usage, Seem To A People To Be Fixed, Canonical, And Binding. Truths Are Illusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions — They Are Metaphors That Have Become Worn Out And Have Been Drained Of Sensuous Force.

Science Rushes Headlong, Without Selectivity, Without "taste," At Whatever Is Knowable, In The Blind Desire To Know All At Any Cost.

If One Considers How Much Reason Every Person Has For Anxiety And Timid Self-concealment, And How Three-quarters Of His Energy And Goodwill Can Be Paralyzed And Made Unfruitful By It, One Has To Be Very Grateful To Fashion