Among Twelve Apostles There Must Always Be

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

The Beating Of Drums, Which Delights Young Writers Who Serve A Party, Sounds To Him Who Does Not Belong To The Party Line Like A Rattling Of Chains, And Excites Sympathy Rather Than Admiration.

Your Highest Thought, However, Ye Shall Have It Commanded Unto You By Me - And It Is This: Man Is Something That Is To Be Surpassed.

One Begins To Mistrust Very Clever People When They Become Embarrassed.

Do You Call Yourself Free? It Is Your Ruling Thought That I Would Hear, And Not That You Have Escaped From A Yoke.