All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die. As Well The Minds Which Are Prevented From Changing Their Opinions; They Cease To Be Mind.

Only The Most Acute And Active Animals Are Capable Of Boredom.

Books That Teach Us To Dance: There Are Writers Who, By Portraying The Impossible As Possible, And By Speaking Of Morality And Genius As If Both Were High-spirited Freedom, As If Man Were Rising Up On Tiptoe And Simply Had To Dance Out Of Inner Pleasure.

We Feign Pity When We Want To Demonstrate Our Ascendancy Over Feelings Of Hostility: But Usually In Vain. Whenever We Notice This,there Is An Accompanying Surge In Those Hostile Sensations.