What The Sense Feeleth, What The Spirit

One Must Give Value To Their Existence By Behaving As If Ones Very Existence Were A Work Of Art.

Like Tourists Huffing And Puffing To Reach The Peak We Forget The View On The Way Up.

Free Will Appears Unfettered, Deliberate; It Is Boundlessly Free, Wandering, The Spirit. But Fate Is A Necessity; Unless We Believe That World History Is A Dream-error, The Unspeakable Sorrows Of Mankind Fantasies, And That We Ourselves Are But The Toys Of Our Fantasies. Fate Is The Boundless Force Of Opposition Against Free Will. Free Will Without Fate Is Just As Unthinkable As Spirit Without Reality, Good Without Evil. Only Antithesis Creates The Quality.

One Should Adpot Only Those Situations In Which One Is In No Need Of Sham Virtues, But Rather, Like The Tight-rope Dancer On His Tight Rope, In Which One Must Either Fall Or Stand--or Escape.

Unpleasant, Even Dangerous, Qualities Can Be Found In Every Nation And Every Individual: It Is Cruel To Demand That The Jew Be An Exception. In Him, These Qualities May Even Be Dangerous And Revolting To An Unusual Degree; And Perhaps The Young Stock-exchange Jew Is Altogether The Most Disgusting Invention Of Mankind.