Every Word Is A Prejudice.

Our Treasure Lies In The Beehive Of Our Knowledge. We Are Perpetually On The Way Thither, Being By Nature Winged Insects And Honey Gatherers Of The Mind.

A Living Being Seeks, Above All, To Discharge Its Strength. Life Is Will To Power.

Forgetting: That Is A Divine Capacity. And Whoever Aspires To The Heights And Wants To Fly Must Cast Off Much That Is Heavy And Make Himself Light--i Call It A Divine Capacity For Lightness.

Men Inadvertently Comport Themselves With Nobility When They Have Grown Accustomed To Wanting Nothing From Others And Always Giving To Them.

It Is Only Because Man Believes Himself To Be Free, Not Because He Is Free, That He Experiences Remorse And Pricks Of Conscience.