A Declaration Of War On The Masses

Ah, How Little You Know Of Human Happiness - You Comfortable And Benevolent People! For Happiness And Unhappiness Are Brother And Sister - Or Even Twins Who Grow Up Together - Or In Your Case - Remain Small Together!

This Is What Is Hardest: To Close The Open Hand Because One Loves.

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

I Assess The Power Of A Will By How Much Resistance, Pain, Torture It Endures And Knows How To Turn To Its Advantage.

The Soul Must Have Its Chosen Sewers To Carry Away Its Ordure. This Function Is Performed By Persons, Relationships, Professions, The Fatherland, The World, Or Finally, For The Really Arrogant - I Mean Our Modern Pessimists - By The Good God Himself.