I Speak And The Child Plays: Who

Pity Is The Most Pleasant Feeling In Those Who Have Not Much Pride And Have No Prospect Of Great Conquests; For Them The Easy Prey - And That Is What All Who Suffer Are - Is Enchanting.

We Ought To Face Our Destiny With Courage.

Without The Perpetual Counterfeiting Of The Universe By Number, Man Could Not Continue To Live

Denn Was Ist Freiheit? Dasz Man Den Willen Zur Selbstverantwortlichkeit Hat.

One Must Shed The Bad Taste Of Wanting To Agree With Many. "good" Is No Longer Good When One's Neighbor Mouths It. And How Should There Be A "common Good"! The Term Contradicts Itself: Whatever Can Be Common Always Has Little Value. In The End It Must Be As It Is And Always Has Been: Great Things Remain For The Great, Abysses For The Profound, Nuances And Shudders For The Refined, And, In Brief, All That Is Rare For The Rare.