If A Temple Is To Be Erected,

Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be Hated; But Not Foes To Be Despised: Ye Must Be Proud Of Your Foes.

Man's Task Is Simple. He Should Cease Letting His Existence Be A Thoughtless Accident.

Your Enemy Shall Ye Seek; Your War Shall Ye Wage, And For The Sake Of Your Thoughts! And If Your Thoughts Succumb, Your Uprightness Shall Still Shout Triumph Thereby!

In The End We Are Always Rewarded For Our Good Will, Our Patience, Fair-mindedness, And Gentleness With What Is Strange.

The Noble Type Of Man Feels Himself To Be The Determiner Of Values, He Does Not Need To Be Approved Of, He Judges 'what Harms Me Is Harmful In Itself', He Knows Himself To Be That Which In General Accords Honour To Things, He Creates Values.