And Like A Wind Shall I One

A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.

God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. Yet His Shadow Still Looms. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers?

The Great Man Fights The Elements In His Time That Hinder His Own Greatness, In Other Words His Own Freedom And Sincerity.

No Victor Believes In Chance.

There Is Nothing For Which Men Ask To Be Paid Dearer Than For Humiliation.