On Every Parable You Ride To Every

But This Word Will I Say To My Enemies: What Is All Manslaughter In Comparison With What You Have Done To Me!

Our Shortcomings Are The Eyes With Which We See The Ideal.

I Am Zarathustra The Godless: Where Shall I Find My Equal? All Those Who Give Themselves Their Own Will And Renounce All Submission, They Are My Equals.

The Abdomen Is The Reason Why Man Does Not Readily Take Himself To Be A God.

A Good Seat On A Horse Steals Away Your Opponent's Courage And Your Onlooker's Heart-what Reason Is There To Attack? Sit Like One Who Has Conquered?