If You Stare Into The Abyss Long

We Love Life, Not Because We Are Used To Living But Because We Are Used To Loving.

And It Is The Great Noon When Man Stands At The Midpoint Of His Course Between Beast And Superman And Celebrates His Way To The Evening As His Highest Hope: For It Is The Way To A New Morning.

I Love Him Who Reserveth No Share Of Spirit For Himself, But Wanteth To Be Wholly The Spirit Of His Virtue: Thus Walketh He As Spirit Over The Bridge.

Compassion For The Friend Should Conceal Itself Under A Hard Shell.

[heraclitus Had] The Highest Form Of Pride [stemming] From A Certainty Of Belief In The Truth As Grasped By Himself Alone. He Brings This Form, By Its Excessive Development, Into A Sublime Pathos By Involuntary Identification Of Himself With His Truth.