A Pair Of Powerful Spectacles Has Sometimes

How Lovely It Is That There Are Words And Sounds. Are Not Words And Sounds Rainbows And Illusive Bridges Between Things Which Are Eternally Apart?

Narrow Souls I Cannot Abide; There's Almost No Good Or Evil Inside

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.

One Must Shed The Bad Taste Of Wanting To Agree With Many. "good" Is No Longer Good When One's Neighbor Mouths It. And How Should There Be A "common Good"! The Term Contradicts Itself: Whatever Can Be Common Always Has Little Value. In The End It Must Be As It Is And Always Has Been: Great Things Remain For The Great, Abysses For The Profound, Nuances And Shudders For The Refined, And, In Brief, All That Is Rare For The Rare.

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.