I Need Solitude, Which Is To Say,

We Do Not Hate As Long As We Still Attach A Lesser Value, But Only When We Attach An Equal Or A Greater Value.

What Is It That Endowed Things With Meaning, Value, Significance? The Creating Heart, Which Desired, And, Out Of Its Desire, Created. It Created Joy And Woe. It Wanted To Satiate Itself With Woe. We Must Take All The Suffering That Has Been Endured By Men And Animals Upon Ourselves And Affirm It, And Possess A Goal In Which It Acquires Reason.

Woman Learns To Hate To The Extent To Which Her Charms Decrease.

Where Do Your Greatest Dangers Lie?--in Pity.

Never To Talk About Oneself Is A Very Refined Form Of Hypocrisy.