The Perfect Woman Is A Higher Type

If We Train Our Conscience, It Kisses Us While It Hurts

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Freely Chosen, Death At The Right Time, Brightly And Cheerfully Accomplished Amid Children And Witnesses: Then A Real Farewell Is Still Possible, As The One Who Is Taking Leave Is Still There; Also A Real Estimate Of What One Has Wished, Drawing The Sum Of One's Life--all In Opposition To The Wretched And Revolting Comedy That Christianity Has Made Of The Hour Of Death.

Man Is More Ape Than Many Of The Apes.

We Can Speak Very Much To The Purpose And Yet In Such A Way That The Whole World Cries Out In Contradiction: Namely, When We Are Not Speaking To The Whole World.

Those Things For Which We Find Words, Are Things We Have Already Overcome.