Almost Two Thousand Years, And No New

I Listened For The Echo, And I Heard Only Praise —

Every Extension Of Knowledge Arises From Making The Conscious The Unconscious.

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come When We Gain The Courage To Rechristen Our Evil As What Is Best In Us.

While Every Noble Morality Develops From A Triumphant Affirmation Of Itself, Slave Morality From The Outset Says No To What Is "outside," What Is "different," What Is "not Itself"; And This No Is Its Creative Deed.