My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

All Of Life Is A Dispute Over Taste And Tasting.

We Do Not By Any Means Think It Desirable That The Kingdom Of Righteousness And Peace Should Be Established On Earth (because Under Any Circumstances It Would Be The Kingdom Of The Profoundest Mediocrity And Chinaism); We Rejoice In All Men, Who Like Ourselves Love Danger, War And Adventure, Who Do Not Make Compromises, Nor Let Themselves Be Captured, Conciliated And Stunted; We Count Ourselves Among The Conquerors; We Ponder Over The Need Of A New Order Of Things, Even Of A New Slavery For Every Strengthening And Elevation Of The Type "man" Also Involves A New Form Of Slavery.

To Think Historically Is Almost The Same Thing Now As If In All Ages History Had Been Made According To Theory.

The Reasons And Purposes For Habits Are Always Lies That Are Added Only After Some People Begin To Attack These Habits And To Ask For Reasons And Purposes. At This Point The Conservatives Of All Ages Are Thoroughly Dishonest: They Add Lies.

For The Woman, The Man Is A Means: The End Is Always The Child.