It Is Inhuman To Bless Where One

There Is More Wisdom In Your Body Than In Your Deepest Philosophy.

I Love Him Who Maketh His Virtue His Inclination And Destiny: Thus, For The Sake Of His Virtue, He Is Willing To Live On, Or Live No More.

We Are Unknown To Ourselves, We Men Of Knowledge - And With Good Reason. We Have Never Sought Ourselves - How Could It Happen That We Should Ever Find Ourselves? It Has Rightly Been Said: "where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also"; Our Treasure Is Where The Beehives Of Our Knowledge Are.

Everyone Who Has Ever Built Anywhere A "new Heaven" First Found The Power Thereto In His Own Hell.

All Human Life Is Sunk Deep In Untruth; The Individual Cannot Pull It Out Of This Well Without Growing Profoundly Annoyed With His Entire Past, Without Finding His Present Motives (like Honor) Senseless, And Without Opposing Scorn And Disdain To The Passions That Urge One On To The Future And To The Happiness In It.