But Thought Is One Thing, The Deed

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

Not He Is Great Who Can Alter Matter, But He Who Can Alter My State Of Mind.

But What If Pleasure And Pain Should Be So Closely Connected That He Who Wants The Greatest Possible Amount Of The One Must Also Have The Greatest Possible Amount Of The Other, That He Who Wants To Experience The "heavenly High Jubilation," Must Also Be Ready To Be "sorrowful Unto Death"?

We Come To Recognize That Playfulness, As A Philosophical Stance, Can Be Very Serious Indeed; And Moreover, That It Possesses An Unfailing Capacity To Arouse Ridicule And Hostility In Those Among Us Who Crave Certainty, Reverence, And Restraint.

How Poisonous, How Crafty, How Bad, Does Every Long War Make One, Which Cannot Be Waged Openly By Means Of Force!