An Artist Chooses His Subjects: That Is

Those Moralists, On The Other Hand, Who, Following In The Footsteps Of Socrates, Offer The Individual A Morality Of Self-control And Temperance As A Means To His Own Advantage, As His Personal Key To Happiness, Are The Exceptions.

A Great Value Of Antiquity Lies In The Fact That Its Writings Are The Only Ones That Modern Men Still Read With Exactness.

For It Is Only As An Aesthetic Phenomenon That Existence And The World Are Eternally Justified.

"state," I Call It, Where They All Drink Poison, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Lose Themselves, The Good And The Wicked; "state," Where They All Call Their Slow Suicide-"life."

Why Couldn't The World That Concerns Us- Be A Fiction? And If Somebody Asked, 'but To Be A Fiction There Surely Belongs An Author?'- Couldn't One Answer Simply: 'why? Doesn't This "belongs" Perhaps Belong To The Fiction, Too?'