It Says Nothing Against The Ripeness Of

Pity Is The Most Agreeable Feeling Among Those Who Have Little Pride And No Prospects Of Great Conquests.

Women Want To Serve, And This Is Where Their Happiness Lies: But The Free Spirit Does Not Want To Be Served, And This Is Where Hishappiness Lies.

[heraclitus Had] The Highest Form Of Pride [stemming] From A Certainty Of Belief In The Truth As Grasped By Himself Alone. He Brings This Form, By Its Excessive Development, Into A Sublime Pathos By Involuntary Identification Of Himself With His Truth.

Man Is The Cruelest Animal. At Tragedies, Bullfights, And Crucifixions He Has So Far Felt Best On Earth; And When He Invented Hell For Himself, Behold, That Was His Very Heaven.

In A Man Devoted To Knowledge, Pity Seems Almost Ridiculous, Like Delicate Hands On A Cyclops.