āHuman, all too human.ā
āAll truths are bloody truths to me.ā
āThere are no facts, only interpretations.ā
āWhen somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.ā
āBut thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! Distrust all those who talk much of their justice!ā
āIn a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.ā
āI that please some, try all, both joy and terrorOf good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.ā
āDo all men kill the things they do not love?ā
āIf the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.ā