Art Is Essentially The Affirmation, The Blessing,

Woman Learns To Hate To The Extent To Which Her Charms Decrease.

From The Sun Did I Learn This, When It Goeth Down, The Exuberant One: Gold Doth It Then Pour Into The Sea, Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, -so That The Poorest Fisherman Roweth Even With Golden Oars! For This Did I Once See, And Did Not Tire Of Weeping In Beholding It. - Like The Sun Will Also Zarathustra Go Down: Now Sitteth He Here And Waiteth, Old Broken Tables Around Him, And Also New Tables Half-written.

Not The Intensity But The Duration Of High Feelings Makes High Men.

I Climb Upon The Highest Mountains, Laughing At All Tragedies - Whether Real Or Imaginary.

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