The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

He Who Cannot Command Himself Should Obey. And Many Can Command Themselves, But Much Is Still Lacking Before They Can Obey Themselves.

The Empty, The One, The Unmoved, The Full, Satiation, Wanting Nothing--that Would Be My Evil: In Short, Dreamless Sleep.

Mozart, The Last Chord Of A Centuries-old Great European Taste.

What Is Wanted - Whether This Is Admitted Or Not - Is Nothing Less Than A Fundamental Remolding, Indeed Weakening And Abolition Of The Individual: One Never Tires Of Enumerating And Indicating All That Is Evil And Inimical, Prodigal, Costly, Extravagant In The Form Individual Existence Has Assumed Hitherto, One Hopes To Manage More Cheaply, More Safely, More Equitably, More Uniformly If There Exist Only Large Bodies And Their Members.

I Teach The No To All That Makes Weak--that Exhausts. I Teach The Yes To All That Strengthens, That Stores Up Strength, That Pride.