Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

It Is Difficult To Live Among People Because Silence Is So Difficult.

Women And Egoistic Artists Entertain A Feeling Towards Science That Is Something Composed Of Envy And Sentimentality.

That Whatever A Man Says, Promises, Or Resolves In Passion He Must Stick To Later On When He Is Cold And Sober--this Demand Is Among The Heaviest Burdens That Weigh On Humankind.

What, If Some Day Or Night A Demon Were To Steal After You Into Your Loneliest Loneliness And Say To You: 'this Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More' ... Would You Not Throw Yourself Down And Gnash Your Teeth And Curse The Demon Who Spoke Thus? Or Have You Once Experienced A Tremendous Moment When You Would Have Answered Him: 'you Are A God And Never Have I Heard Anything More Divine.

We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.