He Who Does Not Understand A Joke,

Six Hours A Day I Lived Under School Discipline In Active Intercourse With People None Of Whom Were Known To Those At Home, And The Other Hours Of The Twenty-four I Spent At Home, Or With Relatives Of The People At Home, None Of Whom Were Known To Anybody At School.

Dostoevsky Preaches The Morality Of The Pariah, The Morality Of The Slave.

A Love For Humanity Came Over Me, And Watered And Fertilised The Fields Of My Inner World Which Had Been Lying Fallow, And This Love Of Humanity Vented Itself In A Vast Compassion.

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.

History, In [nietzsche's] View, Belongs To Him Who Is Fighting A Great Fight, And Who Needs Examples, Teachers And Comforters, But Cannot Find Them Among His Contemporaries. Without History The Mountain Chain Of Great Men's Great Moments, Which Runs Through Millennia, Could Not Stand Clearly And Vividly Before Me.