A Book Should Long For Pen, Ink,

To Live As I Incline, Or Not To Live At All: So Do I Wish; So Wisheth Also The Holiest. But Alas! How Have I Still - Inclination? Have I-still A Goal? A Haven Towards Which My Sail Is Set?a Good Wind? Ah, He Only Who Knoweth Whither He Saileth, Knoweth What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.what Still Remaineth To Me? A Heart Weary And Flippant; And Unstable Will; Fluttering Wings; A Broken Backbone.this Seeking For My Home: O Zarathustra, Dost Thou Know That This Seeking Hath Been My Home-sickening; It Eateth Me Up.

We Fear Our Neighbor's Hostile Mood Because We Are Afraid That This Mood Will Lead Him To Penetrate Our Secrets.

Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.

Let Us Beware Of Saying That Death Is The Opposite Of Life. The Living Being Is Only A Species Of The Dead, And A Very Rare Species.

It Is Certain That The Jew, If He Desired-or If They Were Driven To It, As The Antisemites Seem To Wish-could Now Have The Ascendancy, Nay, Literally The Supremacy, Over Europe; That They Are Not Working Or Planning For That End Is Equally Sure... The Resourcefulness Of The Modern Jews, Both In Mind And Soul, Is Extraordinary.