The Good Displeases Us When We Are

The Slow Arrow Of Beauty. The Noblest Kind Of Beauty Is That Which Does Not Transport Us Suddenly, Which Does Not Make Stormy And Intoxicating Impressions Such A Kind Easily Arouses Disgust But That Which Slowly Filters Into Our Minds.

Every Deep Thinker Is More Afraid Of Being Understood Than Of Being Misunderstood.

What Do I Care About The Purring Of One Who Cannot Love, Like The Cat?

For All Things Are Baptized At The Font Of Eternity, And Beyond Good And Evil; Good And Evil Themselves, However, Are But Intervening Shadows And Damp Afflictions And Passing Clouds.

Objectivity And Justice Have Nothing To Do With One Another.