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Man Is At His Furthest Remove From The Animal As A Child, His Intellect Most Human. With His Fifteenth Year And Puberty He Comes Astep Closer To The Animal; With The Sense Of Possessions Of His Thirties (the Median Line Between Laziness And Greediness), Still Another Step. In His Sixtieth Year Of Life He Frequently Loses His Modesty As Well, Then The Septuagenarian Steps Up To Us As A Completely Unmasked Beast: One Need Only Look At The Eyes And The Teeth.

Whether We Immoralists Do Any Harm To Virtue?-just As Little As Anarchists Do To Princes. It Is Only Because They Have Been Shot At That They Once Again Sit Securely On Their Thrones. Moral: We Must Shoot At Morals.

Has There Ever Been Anything Filthier On Earth Than The Saints In The Wilderness? Around Them Was Not Only The Devil Loose Around Them- But Also The Swine.

The Really Historical Performance Would Talk To Ghosts.

It Is Not In How One Soul Approaches Another But In How It Withdraws That I Knowr Its Affinity And Solidarity With The Other.