Wherever Progress Is To Ensue, Deviating Natures

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

I Still Live, I Still Think: I Still Have To Live, For I Still Have To Think.

The Command 'become Hard! ', The Deep Conviction That All Creators Are Hard, Is The Really Distinctive Sign Of A Dionysian Nature.

Everything In The World Displeases Me: But, Above All, My Displeasure In Everything Displeases Me.

Whoever Knows He Is Deep Tries To Be Clear, But Whoever Wants To Seem Deep To The Crowd Tries To Be Obscure. For The Crowd Supposes That Anything It Cannot See To The Bottom Must Be Deep: It Is So Timid And Goes So Unwillingly Into The Water.