I Did Not Know What It Was

It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.

I Was At Home Then In The World Of Figures, But Not In That Of Values.

It Appears To Nietzsche That The Modern Age Has Produced For Imitation Three Types Of Man ... First, Rousseau's Man, The Titan Who Raises Himself ... And In His Need Calls Upon Holy Nature. Then Goethe's Man ... A Spectator Of The World ... Third Schopenhauer's Man ... Voluntarily Takes Upon Himself The Pain Of Telling The Truth.

The Person Upon Whom The Schoolboys' Attention Centred Was, Of Course, The Headmaster.

But When I Was Twelve Years Old I Caught My First Strong Glimpse Of One Of The Fundamental Forces Of Existence, Whose Votary I Was Destined To Be For Life - Namely, Beauty.