It Is Useless To Send Armies Against

What [nietzsche] Calls Slave Morality Is To Him Purely Spite-morality; And This Spite-morality Gave New Names To All Ideals. Thus Impotence, Which Offers No Reprisal, Became Goodness; Craven Baseness Became Humility; Submission To Him Who Was Feared Became Obedience; Inability To Assert One's Self Became Reluctance To Assert One's Self, Became Forgiveness, Love Of One's Enemies. Misery Became A Distinction

History, In [nietzsche's] View, Belongs To Him Who Is Fighting A Great Fight, And Who Needs Examples, Teachers And Comforters, But Cannot Find Them Among His Contemporaries. Without History The Mountain Chain Of Great Men's Great Moments, Which Runs Through Millennia, Could Not Stand Clearly And Vividly Before Me.

Any Feeling That I Was Enriching My Mind From Those Surrounding Me Was Unfortunately Rare With Me.

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

A Love For Humanity Came Over Me, And Watered And Fertilised The Fields Of My Inner World Which Had Been Lying Fallow, And This Love Of Humanity Vented Itself In A Vast Compassion.