How Much Truth Does A Spirit Endure,

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

What The Sense Feeleth, What The Spirit Discerneth, Hath Never Its End In Itself. But Sense And Spirit Would Fain Persuade Thee That They Are The End Of All Things: So Vain Are They.

He Who Rejoices Even At The Stake Triumphs Not Over Pain But Over The Absence Of Pain Where He Had Anticipated Feeling It. A Parable.

Wherever I Found A Living Creature, There I Found The Will To Power.

A Declaration Of War On The Masses By Higher Men Is Needed! ... Everything That Makes Soft And Effeminate, That Serves The End Of The People Or The Feminine, Works In Favor Of Universal Suffrage, I.e. The Domination Of The Inferior Men. But We Should Take Reprisal And Bring This Whole Affair To Light And The Bar Of Judgment.