Method (n.) is of such importance to inquiry that the most valuable insights may be arrived at last... but the most valuable insights are methods themselves.
A Method (n.) for reaching truth was invented not from motives of truth but from motives of power, of wanting to be superior.
A Method (n.) is the most valuable kind of insight — and the most valuable insights are arrived at last, after millennia of the profoundest contempt.
A Method (n.) that is scientific does not by itself lead to knowledge, and things must be tackled experimentally, now angry, now kind, now as policeman, now as confessor, now as an inquisitive wanderer.
A Method (n.) has a conscience: do not assume several kinds of causality until the experiment of making do with one has been pushed to its limit — to the point of nonsense.
A Method (n.) is the most valuable insight, and the last to be discovered.
A Method (n.) is the essential thing, and the hardest, and the thing habit and laziness can block for longest; the ancients already had it.
A Method (n.) is how we judge those close to us: we may disapprove of their aims yet love them for their ways — outsiders we judge only by their aims.
Method (n.) is what science really is: lose the methods, Nietzsche warned, and no stock of results could stop superstition and nonsense from returning.