Amor Fati – “love Your Fate”, Which

The Ability To Suffer Is A Small Matter - Weak Women And Even Slaves Can Acheive Virtuosity In That.

Science Rushes Headlong, Without Selectivity, Without "taste," At Whatever Is Knowable, In The Blind Desire To Know All At Any Cost.

Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

To Forget One's Purpose Is The Commonest Form Of Stupidity.

Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.