Real Dancers Are The Ones Who Can

When Thou Goest To Woman, Take Thy Whip.

The Noble Soul Reveres Itself

For Art To Exist, For Any Sort Of Aesthetic Activity To Exist, A Certain Physiological Precondition Is Indispensable: Intoxication.

We Are In The Greatest Danger Of Being Run Over When We Have Just Gotten Out Of The Way Of A Carriage.

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.