Cynicism Is The Only Form In Which

Having A Talent Is Not Enough: One Must Also Have Your Permission To Have It--right, My Friends?

Posthumous Men-myself, For Example-are Not As Well Understood As Timely Ones, But We Are Listened To Better. More Precisely: We Are Never Understood-hence Our Authority.

We Are Responsible To Ourselves For Our Own Existence; Consequently We Want To Be The True Helmsman Of This Existence And Refuse To Allow Our Existence To Resemble A Mindless Act Of Chance.

Could One Count Such Dilettantes And Old Spinsters As That Mawkish Apostle Of Virginity, Mainlander, As A Genuine German? In The Last Analysis He Probably Was A Jew (all Jews Become Mawkish When They Moralize).

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.