Where One Despises, One Cannot Wage War.

There Is An Old Illusion. It Is Called Good And Evil.

Doing Ill To Those On Whom We Have To Make Our Power Felt; For Pain Is A Far More Sensitive Means For That Purpose Than Pleasure: Pain Always Asks Concerning The Cause, While Pleasure Is Inclined To Keep Within Itself And Not Look Backward.

God Is A Too Palpably Clumsy Answer; An Answer Which Shows A Lack Of Delicacy Towards Us Thinkers-fundamentally, Even A Crude Prohibition To Us: You Shall Not Think!

The Happiness Of Man Is: I Will. The Happiness Of Woman Is: He Wills.

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