If One Uses One's Intellect To Become

We Should Not Talk About Our Friends: Otherwise We Will Talk Away The Feeling Of Friendship.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

What If God Were Not Exactly Truth, And If This Could Be Proved? And If He Were Instead The Vanity, The Desire For Power, The Ambitions, The Fear, And The Enraptured And Terrified Folly Of Mankind?

The Slow Arrow Of Beauty. The Noblest Kind Of Beauty Is That Which Does Not Transport Us Suddenly, Which Does Not Make Stormy And Intoxicating Impressions Such A Kind Easily Arouses Disgust But That Which Slowly Filters Into Our Minds.

If You Are Too Weak To Give Yourselves Your Own Law, Then A Tyrant Shall Lay His Yoke Upon You And Say: "obey! Clench Your Teeth And Obey!" And All Good And Evil Shall Be Drowned In Obedience To Him.