What Does Not Destroy Me, Makes Me

To Forget One's Purpose Is The Commonest Form Of Stupidity.

He Who Attains His Ideal, Precisely Thereby Surpasses It.

Precisely This Is Godliness--that There Are Gods, But No God.

Many Writers Are Neither Spirit Nor Wine, But Rather Spirits- Of-wine: They Can Catch Fire, And Then They Give Off Heat.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.