Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

We Should Turn Our Death Into A Celebration, Even If Only Out Of A Malice Towards Life: Towards The Woman Who Wants To Leave--us!

Anti-theses.- The Most Senile Thing Ever Thought About Man Is Contained In The Celebrated Saying 'the Ego Is Always Hateful'; The Most Childish Is The Even More Celebrated 'love Thy Neighbor As Thyself'. - In The Former, Knowledge Of Human Nature Has Ceased, In The Latter It Has Not Yet Even Begun.

The Man Who Does Not Wish To Belong To The Mass Needs Only To Cease Taking Himself Easily; Let Him Follow His Conscience, Which Calls To Him: "be Your Self! All You Are Now Doing, Thinking, Desiring, Is Not You Yourself.

He Divines Remedies Against Injuries; He Knows How To Turn Serious Accidents To His Own Advantage; Whatever Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger