In Short, Then, The Religious Cult Is

Growth In Wisdom Can Be Measured Precisely By Decline In Bile.

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.

Without Passions You Have No Experience Whatever.

And Let That Day Be Lost To Us On Which We Did Not Dance Once! And Let That Wisdom Be False To Us That Brought No Laughter With It!

Moderation Sees Itself As Beautiful; It Is Unaware That In The Eye Of The Immoderate It Appears Black And Sober And Consequently Ugly-looking.