All Truly Great Thoughts Are Conceived By

What Is Happening To Me Happens To All Fruits That Grow Ripe. It Is The Honey In My Veins That Makes My Blood Thicker, And My Soul Quieter.

Species Do Not Grow More Perfect: The Weaker Dominate The Strong, Again And Again- The Reason Being That They Are The Great Majority, And They Are Also Cleverer. Darwin Forgot The Mind (-that Is English!): The Weak Possess More Mind. ... To Acquire Mind, One Must Need Mind-one Loses It When One No Longer Needs It.

We Take A Fancy To Something: And Scarcely Have We Thoroughly Taken A Fancy To It When That Tyrant In Us Calls Out: "give Me Thatin Sacrifice"--and We Give It.

But Thus I Counsel You, My Friends: Mistrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful. They Are People Of A Low Sort And Stock; The Hangmen And The Bloodhound Look Out Of Their Faces. Mistrust All Who Talk Much Of Their Justice! Verily, Their Souls Lack More Than Honey. And When They Call Themselves The Good And The Just, Do Not Forget That They Would Be Pharisees, If Only They Had-power.

I Am Driven Out Of Fatherlands And Motherlands. Thus I Now Love Only My Children's Land, Yet Undiscovered, In The Farthest Sea; For This I Bid My Sails Search And Search.