To Discover He Is Loved

So Far There Has Been No Philosopher In Whose Hands Philosophy Has Not Grown Into An Apology For Knowledge; On This Point, At Least, Every One Is An Optimist, That The Greatest Usefulness Must Be Ascribed To Knowledge. They Are All Tyrannized Over By Logic, And This Is Optimism In Its Essence.

A Little Wisdom Is Indeed Possible; But This Blessed Security Have I Found In All Things, That They Prefer--to Dance On The Feet Of Chance.

At The Beginning Of A Marriage Ask Yourself Whether This Woman Will Be Interesting To Talk To From Now Until Old Age. Everything Else In Marriage Is Transitory: Most Of The Time Is Spent In Conversation.

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

One Must Not Let Oneself Be Misled: They Say 'judge Not!' But They Send To Hell Everything That Stands In Their Way.