Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

The Germans Are Like Women, You Can Scarcely Ever Fathom Their Depths - They Haven't Any.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

In Magnanimity There Is The Same Amount Of Egoism As In Revenge, But Egoism Of A Different Quality.

Loving And Perishing: It's Been A Rhyme All These Eternities. The Will To Love: That Is, Also Being Willing To Die.

What If God Were Not Exactly Truth, And If This Could Be Proved? And If He Were Instead The Vanity, The Desire For Power, The Ambitions, The Fear, And The Enraptured And Terrified Folly Of Mankind?