It Is Not A Lack Of Love,

Modern Science Has As Its Object As Little Pain As Possible, As Long A Life As Possible - Hence A Sort Of Eternal Blessedness, But Of A Very Limited Kind In Comparison With The Promises Of Religion.

One Must Repay Good And Ill; But Why Just To The Person Who Did Us Good Or Ill?

The Most Vulnerable And Yet Most Unconquerable Of Things Is Human Vanity; Nay, Through Being Wounded Its Strength Increases And Can Grow To Giant Proportions.

A Reader Is Doubly Guilty Of Bad Manners Against An Author When He Praises His Second Book At The Expense Of His First (or Vice Versa) And Then Expects The Author To Be Grateful For What He Has Done.

When Zarathustra Was Alone . . . He Said To His Heart: "could It Be Possible! This Old Saint In The Forest Hath Not Yet Heard Of It, That God Is Dead!"