Partial Knowledge Is More Triumphant Than Complete

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

Beware Of Spitting Against The Wind!

To Live As I Incline, Or Not To Live At All: So Do I Wish; So Wisheth Also The Holiest. But Alas! How Have I Still - Inclination? Have I-still A Goal? A Haven Towards Which My Sail Is Set?a Good Wind? Ah, He Only Who Knoweth Whither He Saileth, Knoweth What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.what Still Remaineth To Me? A Heart Weary And Flippant; And Unstable Will; Fluttering Wings; A Broken Backbone.this Seeking For My Home: O Zarathustra, Dost Thou Know That This Seeking Hath Been My Home-sickening; It Eateth Me Up.

Whatever Does Not Kill Me Makes Me Stronger.

He Who Possesseth Little Is So Much The Less Possessed. Blessed Be Moderate Poverty!