On The Tree, Future, We Build Our

Free Will Appears Unfettered, Deliberate; It Is Boundlessly Free, Wandering, The Spirit. But Fate Is A Necessity; Unless We Believe That World History Is A Dream-error, The Unspeakable Sorrows Of Mankind Fantasies, And That We Ourselves Are But The Toys Of Our Fantasies. Fate Is The Boundless Force Of Opposition Against Free Will. Free Will Without Fate Is Just As Unthinkable As Spirit Without Reality, Good Without Evil. Only Antithesis Creates The Quality.

What Does A Philosopher Demand Of Himself, First And Last? To Overcome His Time In Himself, To Become "timeless.

The Wittiest Authors Evoke A Barely Perceptible Smile.

Nobody Is More Inferior Than Those Who Insist On Being Equal.

Silence Is Worse; All Truths That Are Kept Silent Become Poisonous.