Where Do Your Greatest Dangers Lie?--in Pity.

The Earth Has Become Small, And On It Hops The Last Man, Who Makes Everything Small. His Race Can No More Be Exterminated Than The Flea Can Be. The Last Man Lives The Longest.

From Whatever You Wish To Know And Measure You Must Take Your Leave, At Least For A Time. Only When You Have Left The Town Can Yousee How High Its Towers Rise Above The Houses.

I Could Dispense With Nothing When I Created The Superman. His Seed Still Carries All Your Evil And Falsehood, Your Lies And Yourignorance.

And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.