Every Word Is A Prejudice.

I Welcome All The Signs Indicating That A More Manly And Warlike Age Is Commencing, Which Will, Above All, Bring Heroism Again Into Honour!

Enduring Habits I Hate.... Yes, At The Very Bottom Of My Soul I Feel Grateful To All My Misery And Bouts Of Sickness And Everything About Me That Is Imperfect, Because This Sort Of Thing Leaves Me With A Hundred Backdoors Through Which I Can Escape From Enduring Habits.

At The Bottom Of All These Noble Races The Beast Of Prey, The Splendid Blond Beast, Prowling About Avidly In Search Of Spoil And Victory.

I Love Him Who Is Of A Free Spirit And A Free Heart: Thus Is His Head Only The Bowels Of His Heart; His Heart, However, Causeth His Down-going.

The Noble Type Of Man Feels Himself To Be The Determiner Of Values, He Does Not Need To Be Approved Of, He Judges 'what Harms Me Is Harmful In Itself', He Knows Himself To Be That Which In General Accords Honour To Things, He Creates Values.