The Essence Of All Beautiful Art, All

The Humanity Of Famous Intellectuals Lies In Being Wrong With Gracious Courtesy When Dealing With Those Who Are Not Famous.

It May Be That Until Now There Has Been No More Potent Means For Beautifying Man Himself Than Piety: It Can Turn Man Into So Much Art, Surface, Play Of Colors, Graciousness That His Sight No Longer Makes One Suffer.---

Nothing Can Be Done About It: Every Master Has But A Single Pupil--and He Will Not Stay Loyal To Him--for He Is Also Destined To Become A Master.

Not Doubt, Certainty Is What Drives One Insane.

Dead Are All Gods: Now We Want The Overman To Live.