Woman Learns How To Hate In Proportion

How Little Is Required For Pleasure! The Sound Of A Bagpipe - Without Music, Life Would Be An Error.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

Precisely The Least, The Softest, Lightest, A Lizard's Rustling, A Breath, A Flash, A Moment - A Little Makes The Way Of The Best Happiness.

The Object Of Convalescence Ought To Be To Turn Our Attention To Life: At Other Times, Simply To Our Tasks!

I Am Zarathustra The Godless: Where Shall I Find My Equal? All Those Who Give Themselves Their Own Will And Renounce All Submission, They Are My Equals.