Shared Joys Make A Friend, Not Shared

New Ways I Go, A New Speech Comes To Me; Weary I Grow, Like All Creators, Of The Old Tongues. My Spirit No Longer Wants To Walk On Worn Soles.

The Enjoyment That All Morality Has Given Us To Now And That It Continues To Give Us--and So, What Has Kept It Going Up To Now--lies In Everyone's Right, Without Lengthy Investigation, To Praise And Blame. And Who Could Endure Life Without Praising And Blaming!

He Who Climbeth On The Highest Mountains, Laugheth At All Tragic Plays And Tragic Realities.

There Is An Innocence In Lying Which Is The Sign Of Good Faith In A Cause.

He Divines Remedies Against Injuries; He Knows How To Turn Serious Accidents To His Own Advantage; Whatever Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger