If You Know The Why, You Can

But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Always Come Once More.

Ye Shall Only Have Foes To Be Hated; But Not Foes To Be Despised: Ye Must Be Proud Of Your Foes.

Women Are Constituted In Such A Way That All Truth (regarding Men, Love, Children, Society, The Purpose Of Life) Disgusts Them, And In Such A Way That They Try To Revenge Themselves On Anyone Who Opens Their Eyes.

I Go In Solitude, So As Not To Drink Out Of Everybody's Cistern. When I Am Among The Many I Live As The Many Do, And I Do Not Think I Really Think; After A Time It Always Seems As If They Want To Banish Myself From Myself And Rob Me Of My Soul.

Loving And Perishing: It's Been A Rhyme All These Eternities. The Will To Love: That Is, Also Being Willing To Die.