My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

A Nation That Still Believes In Itself Holds Fast To Its Own God.

There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.

It Is Difficult To Preach, This Morality Of Mediocrity! It May Never Admit What It Is And What It Wants! It Must Speak About Restraint And Worth And Duty And Love Of One's Neighbor.

I Know The Hatred And Envy Of Your Hearts. Ye Are Not Great Enough Not To Know Of Hatred And Envy. Then Be Great Enough Not To Be Ashamed Of Them!

But The Worst Enemy You Can Meet Will Always Be Yourself; You Lie In Wait For Yourself In Caverns And Forests. Lonely One, You Are Going The Way To Yourself! And Your Way Goes Past Yourself, And Past Your Seven Devils! You Will Be A Heretic To Yourself And Witch And Soothsayer And Fool And Doubter And Unholy One And Villain. You Must Be Ready To Burn Yourself In Your Own Flame: How Could You Become New, If You Had Not First Become Ashes?