She threw away the key. And woe to the calamitous curiosity which might peer just once through a crack in the chamber of consciousness and look down, and sense that humanity rests upon the merciless, the greedy, the insatiable, the murderous, in the indifference of its ignorance---hanging in dreams on the back of a tiger.
In view of all this, where in the world does the urge for truth come from?
"On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense"
(a fragment published posthumously) 1873