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Everyone Wants To Be Foremost In This Future-and Yet Death And The Stillness Of Death Are The Only Things Certain And Common To All In This Future! How Strange That This Sole Thing That Is Certain And Common To All, Exercises Almost No Influence On Men, And That They Are The Furthest From Regarding Themselves As The Brotherhood Of Death! It Makes Me Happy To See That Men Do Not Want To Think At All Of The Idea Of Death!

Has Anyone...any Distinct Notion Of What Poets Of A Stronger Age Understood By The Word Inspiration? ... There Is An Ecstasy Such That The Immese Strain Of It Is Sometimes Relaxed By A Flood Of Tears, Along With Which One's Steps Either Rush Or Involuntarily Lag, Alternately. There Is The Feeling That One Is Completely Out Of Hand, With The Very Distinct Consciousness Of An Endless Number Of Fine Thrills And Quiverings To The Very Toes... Everything Happens Quite Involuntarily, As If In A Tempestuous Outburst Of Freedom, Of Absoluteness, Of Power And Divinity.

Hope In Reality Is The Worst Of All Evils Because It Prolongs The Torments Of Man.

Time, Space, And Causality Are Only Metaphors Of Knowledge, With Which We Explain Things To Ourselves.

Dancing In All Its Forms Cannot Be Excluded From The Curriculum Of All Noble Education; Dancing With The Feet, With Ideas, With Words, And, Need I Add That One Must Also Be Able To Dance With The Pen?