I Welcome All The Signs Indicating That

What Is New, However, Is Always Evil, Being That Which Wants To Conquer And Overthrow The Old Boundary Markers And The Old Pieties; And Only What Is Old Is Good. The Good Men Are In All Ages Those Who Dig The Old Thoughts, Digging Deep And Getting Them To Bear Fruit - The Farmers Of The Spirit. But Eventually All Land Is Depleted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Come Again And Again.

No One Talks More Passionately About His Rights Than He Who In The Depths Of His Soul Doubts Whether He Has Any. By Enlisting Passion On His Side He Wants To Stifle His Reason And Its Doubts: Thus He Will Acquire A Good Conscience And With It Success Among His Fellow Men.

The Will To Overcome An Emotion, Is Ultimately Only The Will Of Another, Or Of Several Other, Emotions.

O Sancta Simplicitas! What Strange Simplification And Falsification Mankind Lives On! One Can Never Cease To Marvel Once One Has Acquired Eyes For This Marvel! How We Have Made Everything Around Us Bright And Free And Easy And Simple! How We Have Known How To Bestow On Our Senses A Passport To Everything Superficial, On Our Thoughts A Divine Desire For Wanton Gambling And False Conclusions! - How We Have From The Very Beginning Understood How To Retain Our Ignorance So As To Enjoy An Almost Inconceivable Freedom, Frivolity, Impetuosity, Bravery, Cheerfulness Of Life, So As To Enjoy Life!

The Golden Fleece Of Self-sufficiency Guards Against Cudgel- Blows But Not Against Pin-pricks.