Supposing Truth Is A Woman -- What

Success Has Always Been A Great Liar.

That Is An Artist As I Would Have An Artist Be, Modest In His Needs: He Really Wants Only Two Things, His Bread And His Art--panemet Circen.

Where I Found The Living, There I Found The Will To Power; Even In The Will Of Servants I Found The Will To Be Master.

Some Men Are Born Posthumously.

We Are In The Greatest Danger Of Being Run Over When We Have Just Gotten Out Of The Way Of A Carriage.