Let That Day Be Lost To Us

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

As Far As Germany Extends It Ruins Culture.

The Real Question Is: How Much Truth Can I Stand?

But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Always Come Once More.

In This State One Enriches Everything Out Of One's Own Fullness: Whatever One Sees, Whatever Wills Is Seen Swelled, Taut, Strong, Overloaded With Strength. A Man In This State Transforms Things Until They Mirror His Power—until They Are Reflections Of His Perfection. This Having To Transform Into Perfection Is—art.