I Can Still Stand On Life's Narrowest

Humility Has The Toughest Hide.

No One Lies So Boldly As The Man Who Is Indignant.

I Love Him Who Liveth In Order To Know, And Seeketh To Know In Order That The Superman May Hereafter Live. Thus Seeketh He His Own Down-going.

It's Not The Intensity Of The Man, But The Duration Of His Intensity That Makes The Man Great.

Something Might Be True While Being Harmful And Dangerous In The Highest Degree. Indeed, It Might Be A Basic Characteristic Of Existence That Those Who Know It Completely Would Perish, In Which Case The Strength Of A Spirit Should Be Measured According To How Much Of The 'truth' One Could Still Barely Endure- Or To Put It More Clearly, To What Degree One Would Require It To Be Thinned Down, Shrouded, Sweetened, Blunted, Falsified.