Unresolved Dissonances Between The Characters And Dispositions

When Somebody Dies We Usually Need Reasons For Consolation, Not So Much To Alleviate Our Pain As To Excuse Ourselves For So Readily Feeling Consoled.

Art Is Essentially The Affirmation, The Blessing, And The Deification Of Existence.

Go Through The Towns And Ask Yourselves Whether These People Should Reproduce! Let Them Go To Their Whores!

Men Have Hitherto Treated Women Like Birds Which Have Strayed Down To Them From The Heights; As Something More Delicate, More Fragile, More Savage, Stranger, Sweeter, Soulful--but As Something Which Has To Be Caged Up So That It Shall Not Fly Away.

The Sensible Author Writes For No Other Posterity Than His Own--that Is, For His Age--so As To Be Able Even Then To Take Pleasurein Himself.