Danger Alone Acquaints Us With Our Own

And Once You Are Awake, You Shall Remain Awake Eternally.

Even Great Spirits Have Only Their Five-fingers' Breadth Of Experience - Just Beyond It Their Thinking Ceases And Their Endless Empty Space And Stupidity Begins.

In War Personal Revenge Maintains Its Silence.

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

The Ascetic Makes A Necessity Of Virtue.