Of All Evil I Deem You Capable:

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

The Rights Which A Man Arrogates To Himself Are Relative To The Duties Which He Sets Himself, And To The Tasks Which He Feels Capable Of Performing.

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

For All Things Are Baptized At The Font Of Eternity, And Beyond Good And Evil; Good And Evil Themselves, However, Are But Intervening Shadows And Damp Afflictions And Passing Clouds.

The Command 'become Hard! ', The Deep Conviction That All Creators Are Hard, Is The Really Distinctive Sign Of A Dionysian Nature.