It Is Always Consoling To Think Of

My Brother, Are War And Battle Evil? Necessary, However, Is The Evil; Necessary Are The Envy And The Distrust And The Back-biting Among The Virtues.

Life Is The Will To Power; Our Natural Desire To Dominate And Reshape The World To Fit Our Own Preferences And Assert Our Personal Strength To The Fullest Degree.

Consider The Cattle, Grazing As They Pass You By. They Do Not Know What Is Meant By Yesterday Or Today, They Leap About, Eat, Rest, Digest, Leap About Again, And So From Morn Till Night And From Day To Day, Fettered To The Moment And Its Pleasure Or Displeasure, And Thus Neither Melancholy Nor Bored. [...] A Human Being May Well Ask An Animal: 'why Do You Not Speak To Me Of Your Happiness But Only Stand And Gaze At Me?' The Animal Would Like To Answer, And Say, 'the Reason Is I Always Forget What I Was Going To Say' - But Then He Forgot This Answer Too, And Stayed Silent.

Without Art We Would Be Nothing But Foreground And Live Entirely In The Spell Of That Perspective Which Makes What Is Closest At Hand And Most Vulgar Appear As If It Were Vast, And Reality Itself.

Because Men Really Respect Only That Which Was Founded Of Old And Has Developed Slowly, He Who Wants To Live On After His Death Must Take Care Not Only Of His Posterity But Even More Of His Past.