Human, All Too Human.

We Should Turn Our Death Into A Celebration, Even If Only Out Of A Malice Towards Life: Towards The Woman Who Wants To Leave--us!

And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

I Am A Prelude To Better Players, O My Brothers! An Example! Follow My Example!

The Way To Transmute Your Iron Duty Into Gold In Everyone's Eyes Is This: Always Deliver More Than You Promise.

Around The Hero Everything Turns Into A Tragedy, Around The Demigod, A Satyr-play, And Around God--what? Perhaps A "world"?