The Living Are Just The Dead On

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness.

Sacrifice May Be A Flower That Virtue Will Pluck On Its Road, But It Was Not To Gather This Flower That Virtue Set Forth On Its Travels.

We Should Tell Ourselves Once And For All That It Is The First Duty Of The Soul To Become As Happy, Complete, Independent, And Great As Lies In Its Power. To This End We May Sacrifice Even The Passion For Sacrifice, For Sacrifice Never Should Be The Means Of Ennoblement, But Only The Sign Of Being Ennobled.

(there Is) No Other Means Of Escaping From One's Consciousness Than To Deny It, To Look Upon It As An Organic Disease Of The Terrestrial Intelligence - A Disease Which We Must Endeavor To Cure By An Action Which Must Appear To Us An Action Of Violent And Willful Madness, But Which, On The Other Side Of Our Appearances, Is Probably An Action Of Health. ("of Immortality")