The Purpose Of Criminal Law Is To

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself In Man.

Once And For All, There Are Many Things I Choose Not To Know.--wisdom Sets Limits Even To Knowledge.

If An Architect Wants To Strengthen A Decrepit Arch, He Increases The Load Laid Upon It, For Thereby The Parts Are Joined More Firmly Together.

The Existence Of Forgetting Has Never Been Proved: We Only Know That Some Things Don't Come To Mind When We Want Them.