Become Who You Are. Make What Only

Early In The Morning, At Break Of Day, In All The Freshness And Dawn Of One's Strength, To Read A Book -i Call That Vicious!

...lust Is Only A Sweet Poison For The Weakling, But For Those Who Will With A Lion's Heart It Is The Reverently Reserved Wine Of Wines.

It Is With Artworks As It Is With Wine: It Is Much Better When We Do Not Need Either One, When We Stick With Water, And When Out Of Our Own Inner Fire, The Inner Sweetness Of Our Own Soul, We Turn The Water Over And Over Again Into Wine Ourselves.

This Is What Is Hardest: To Close The Open Hand Because One Loves.

The Various Languages Placed Side By Side Show That With Words It Is Never A Question Of Truth, Never A Question Of Adequate Expression; Otherwise, There Would Not Be So Many Languages. The 'thing In Itself' (which Is Precisely What The Pure Truth, Apart From Any Of Its Consequences, Would Be) Is Likewise Something Quite Incomprehensible To The Creator Of Language And Something Not In The Least Worth Striving For.