We Cannot Live Without Valuing: But We

To Live As I Incline, Or Not To Live At All: So Do I Wish; So Wisheth Also The Holiest. But Alas! How Have I Still - Inclination? Have I-still A Goal? A Haven Towards Which My Sail Is Set?a Good Wind? Ah, He Only Who Knoweth Whither He Saileth, Knoweth What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.what Still Remaineth To Me? A Heart Weary And Flippant; And Unstable Will; Fluttering Wings; A Broken Backbone.this Seeking For My Home: O Zarathustra, Dost Thou Know That This Seeking Hath Been My Home-sickening; It Eateth Me Up.

We Must Be Cruel As Well As Compassionate: Let Us Guard Against Becoming Poorer Than Nature Is!

Philosophical Systems Are Wholly True For Their Founders Only.

The Universe Without Music Would Be Madness.

One Unconsciously Takes It For Granted That Doer And Sufferer Think And Feel Alike, And According To This Supposition We Measure The Guilt Of The One By The Pain Of The Other.