The Highest Type Of Free Men Should

Science Rushes Headlong, Without Selectivity, Without "taste," At Whatever Is Knowable, In The Blind Desire To Know All At Any Cost.

Only Sick Music Makes Money Today.

One Must Cease Letting Oneself Be Eaten When One Tastes Best: That Is Known To Those Who Want To Be Loved Long.

Life Is Hard To Bear: But Do Not Affect To Be So Delicate! We Are All Of Us Fine Sumpter Asses And Assesses.

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.