Sometimes In Our Relationship To Another Human

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief

Pardon Me, My Friends, I Have Ventured To Paint My Happiness On The Wall.

That The World Is Not The Embodiment Of An Eternal Rationality Can Be Conclusively Proved By The Fact That The Piece Of The Worldthat We Know--i Mean Our Human Reason--is Not So Very Rational. And If It Is Not Eternally And Completely Wise And Rational, Then The Rest Of The World Will Not Be Either; Here The Conclusion A Minori Ad Majus, A Parte Ad Totum Applies, And Does So With Decisive Force.

Yet Where Is Your Inner Value When You No Longer Know What It Is To Breathe Freely; When You No Longer Have Freedom Over Your Own Selves

But Thought Is One Thing, The Deed Is Another, And The Image Of The Deed Still Another: The Wheel Of Causality Does Not Roll Between Them.