When Virtue Has Slept It Will Arise

Life Is That Which Must Overcome Itself Again And Again

Moral Contempt Is A Far Greater Indignity And Insult Than Any Kind Of Crime.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

He Who Is Punished Is Never He Who Performed The Deed. He Is Always The Scapegoat.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).