Socrates ... Is The First Philosopher Of

What Is Happening To Me Happens To All Fruits That Grow Ripe. It Is The Honey In My Veins That Makes My Blood Thicker, And My Soul Quieter.

Whom Do I Hate Most Among The Rabble Of Today? The Socialist Rabble, The Chandala Apostles, Who Undermine The Instinct, The Pleasure, The Worker's Sense Of Satisfaction With His Small Existence-who Make Him Envious, Who Teach Him Revenge. The Source Of Wrong Is Never Unequal Rights But The Claim Of "equal" Rights.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

Towards Gnats And Fleas We Should Show No Pity. We Would Do Right To Hang Petty Thieves, Petty Calumniators, And Slanderers.

I Live In My Own Place - Have Never Copied Anyone Even Half, And At Any Master Who Lacks The Grace - To Laugh At Himself - I Laugh.