The Great End Of Art Is To

Woman Understands Children Better Than Man Does, But Man Is More Childlike Than Woman.

He Who Does Not Need To Lie Is Proud Of Not Being A Liar.

One Must Shed The Bad Taste Of Wanting To Agree With Many. "good" Is No Longer Good When One's Neighbor Mouths It. And How Should There Be A "common Good"! The Term Contradicts Itself: Whatever Can Be Common Always Has Little Value. In The End It Must Be As It Is And Always Has Been: Great Things Remain For The Great, Abysses For The Profound, Nuances And Shudders For The Refined, And, In Brief, All That Is Rare For The Rare.

Those Who Are Bent On Revolutionizing Society May Be Divided Into Those Who Seek Something For Themselves Thereby And Those Who Seek Something For Their Children And Grandchildren.

When A Man Is Ill His Very Goodness Is Sickly.