Everything Good Is The Transmutation Of Something

The Apprentice And The Master Love The Master In Different Ways.

Why Is It That Wellnesses Are Not As Contagious As Illnesses--generally Speaking, But Also Especially Regarding Taste? Or Are There Epidemics Of Health?

Men Subsequently Put Whatever Is Newly Learned Or Experienced To Use As A Plowshare, Perhaps Even As A Weapon: But Women Immediately Include It Among Their Ornaments.

Whoever Does Not Know How To Find The Way To His Ideal Lives More Frivolously And Impudently Than The Man Without An Ideal.

The Empty, The One, The Unmoved, The Full, Satiation, Wanting Nothing--that Would Be My Evil: In Short, Dreamless Sleep.