Insanity in individuals is something rare--but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.
“Where there is the tree of knowledge, there is always Paradise”: so say the most ancient and the most modern serpents. What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil. Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology. The sense of the tragic increases and declines with sensuousness. Insanity in individuals is something rare–but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule. The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night. Not only our reason, but also our conscience, truckles to our strongest impulse–the tyrant in us. One MUST repay good and ill; but why just to the person who did us good or ill?