Restait en dernier lieu la classe superstitieuse des ignorants; ceux-lá ne se contentent pas d'ignorer, ils savent ce qui n'est pas.
Tr. Walter James Miller (1978)
Variant: There was the class of superstitious people; they are not content simply to ignore what is true, they also believe what is not true.
Source: From the Earth to the Moon (1865), Ch. VI: The Permissive Limits of Ignorance and Belief in the United States (Charles Scribner's Sons "Uniform Edition", 1890, p. 31)
“With the disintegration of all that [Nietzsche] had revered, existence, to him, had become a desert in which only one thing remained, namely that which had relentlessly forced him into this path: truthfulness that knows no limits and is not subject to any condition.”
Source: Nietzsche (1946), p. 45
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