We Are Franker Towards Others Than Towards

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.

But What If Pleasure And Pain Should Be So Closely Connected That He Who Wants The Greatest Possible Amount Of The One Must Also Have The Greatest Possible Amount Of The Other, That He Who Wants To Experience The "heavenly High Jubilation," Must Also Be Ready To Be "sorrowful Unto Death"?

I Fly In Dreams, I Know It Is My Privilege, I Do Not Recall A Single Situation In Dreams When I Was Unable To Fly. To Execute Every Sort Of Curve And Angle With A Light Impulse, A Flying Mathematics - That Is So Distinct A Happiness That It Has Permanently Suffused My Basic Sense Of Happiness.

How Much Beer Is In German Intelligence?

Inaction, Letting Be, Neither Creating Nor Destroying--that Is My Evil. And Also The Knower As One Without Desire.