Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be

That Which Intoxicates, The Sensually Ecstatic, The Sudden Surprise, The Urge To Be Profoundly Stirred At Any Price -- Dreadful Tendencies!

A Good Seat On A Horse Steals Away Your Opponent's Courage And Your Onlooker's Heart-what Reason Is There To Attack? Sit Like One Who Has Conquered?

We Do Not Place Especial Value On The Possession Of A Virtue Until We Notice Its Total Absence In Our Opponent.

Moralities And Religions Are The Principal Means By Which One Can Make Whatever One Wishes Out Of Man, Provided One Possesses A Superfluity Of Creative Forces And Can Assert One's Will Over Long Periods Of Time In The Form Of Legislation And Customs.

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.