Women's Modesty Generally Increases With Their Beauty.

The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.

We Must Understand How To Hide In Darkness In Order To Escape The Gnat-swarms Of Utterly Annoying Admirers.

History Is Nothing More Than The Belief In The Senses, The Belief In Falsehood.

In This State One Enriches Everything Out Of One's Own Fullness: Whatever One Sees, Whatever Wills Is Seen Swelled, Taut, Strong, Overloaded With Strength. A Man In This State Transforms Things Until They Mirror His Power—until They Are Reflections Of His Perfection. This Having To Transform Into Perfection Is—art.

A Bad Conscience Is Easier To Cope With Than A Bad Reputation.