I Love The Great Despisers Because They

The Consequences Of Our Actions Take Hold Of Us, Quite Indifferent To Our Claim That Meanwhile We Have 'improved.

Shackled Heart, Free Spirit.--whoever Binds His Heart Tightly And Imprisons It May Indulge His Spirit In Many Liberties: I Have Already Said That Once. But No One Believes Me Unless He Already Knows.

Only As An Aesthetic Product Can The World Be Justified To All Eternity.

We Must Understand How To Hide In Darkness In Order To Escape The Gnat-swarms Of Utterly Annoying Admirers.

Supposing Truth Is A Woman -- What Then?