The aphorism in which I am the first master among Germans, are the for >>
There are no facts, only interpretations. >>
Christianity makes suffering contagious. >>
He who knows only his own side of the case, knows little of that. >>
There's a theory, one I find persuasive, that the quest for knowledge >>
We are drowning in information and starving for knowledge. >>
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.