I Am Not A Human Being, I

War Has Always Been The Grand Sagacity Of Every Spirit Which Has Grown Too Inward And Too Profound; Its Curative Power Lies Even In The Wounds One Receives.

All Mankind Is Divided, As It Was At All Times And Is Still, Into Slaves And Freemen.

Many A Peacock Hides His Peacock Tail From All Eyes--and Calls It His Pride.

The Higher Its Type, The More Rarely A Thing Succeeds.

Men After Death ... Are Understood Worse Than Men Of The Moment, But Heard Better.