The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy

How Much Truth Can A Spirit Bear, How Much Truth Can A Spirit Dare? ... That Became For Me More And More The Real Measure Of Value.

Your Enemy Shall Ye Seek; Your War Shall Ye Wage, And For The Sake Of Your Thoughts! And If Your Thoughts Succumb, Your Uprightness Shall Still Shout Triumph Thereby!

Some Die Too Young, Some Die Too Old; The Precept Sounds Strange, But Die At The Right Age.

Let Man Fear Woman When She Loves: Then She Makes Any Sacrifice, And Everything Else Seems Without Value To Her

O Sancta Simplicitas! What Strange Simplification And Falsification Mankind Lives On! One Can Never Cease To Marvel Once One Has Acquired Eyes For This Marvel! How We Have Made Everything Around Us Bright And Free And Easy And Simple! How We Have Known How To Bestow On Our Senses A Passport To Everything Superficial, On Our Thoughts A Divine Desire For Wanton Gambling And False Conclusions! - How We Have From The Very Beginning Understood How To Retain Our Ignorance So As To Enjoy An Almost Inconceivable Freedom, Frivolity, Impetuosity, Bravery, Cheerfulness Of Life, So As To Enjoy Life!