Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At

One Must Learn To Love Oneself With A Wholesome And Healthy Love, So That One Can Bear To Be With Oneself And Need Not Roam.

Creating-that Is The Great Salvation From Suffering.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding, And May Succumb Through A Small Matter: Thus Goeth He Willingly Over The Bridge.

Whether We Immoralists Do Any Harm To Virtue?-just As Little As Anarchists Do To Princes. It Is Only Because They Have Been Shot At That They Once Again Sit Securely On Their Thrones. Moral: We Must Shoot At Morals.

An Important Species Of Pleasure, And Therewith The Source Of Morality, Arises Out Of Habit.