The Apprentice And The Master Love The

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die.

The Higher You Ascend, The Smaller You Appear To The Eye Of Envy. But Most Of All They Hate Those Who Fly.

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.

[heraclitus Speaks As If] In Entrancement ... But [also] Truthfully.

We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once.