It Is Inhuman To Bless Where One

Perhaps No Philosopher Is More Correct Than The Cynic. The Happiness Of The Animal, That Thorough Cynic, Is The Living Proof Of Cynicism.

The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come When We Gain The Courage To Rechristen Our Evil As What Is Best In Us.

Ultimately One Loves One's Desires And Not That Which Is Desired.

Every Tradition Grows Continually More Venerable, And The More Remote Its Origins, The More This Is Lost Sight Of. The Veneration Paid The Tradition Accumulates From Generation To Generation, Until It At Last Becomes Holy And Excites Awe.

The Beast In Us Must Be[78] Wheedled: Ethic Is Necessary, That We May Not Be Torn To Pieces.