In The End One Only Experiences Oneself.

It Is Our Needs That Interpret The World; Our Drives And Their For And Against. Every Drive Is A Kind Of Lust To Rule; Each One Has Its Perspective That It Would Like To Compel All Other Drives To Accept As A Norm.

Such Men Alone Are My Readers, My Proper Readers, My Preordained Readers. Of What Account Are The Rest? The Rest Are Simply... Humanity. One Must Be Superior To Humanity In Power, In Loftiness Of Soul- In Contempt.

Concerning Great Things One Should Either Be Silent Or Speak Loftily.

Actual Philosophers... Are Commanders And Law-givers: They Say "thus It Shall Be!", It Is They Who Determine The Wherefore And Whither Of Mankind, And They Possess For This Task The Preliminary Work Of All The Philosophical Laborers, Of All Those Who Have Subdued The Past - They Reach For The Future With Creative Hand, And Everything That Is Or Has Been Becomes For Them A Means, An Instrument, A Hammer.

With The Unknown, One Is Confronted With Danger, Discomfort, And Care; The First Instinct Is To Abolish These Painful States. First Principle: Any Explanation Is Better Than None. . . . The Causal Instinct Is Thus Conditional Upon, And Excited By, The Feeling Of Fear. The "why?" Shall, If At All Possible, Not Give The Cause For Its Own Sake So Much As For A Particular Kind Of Cause -- A Cause That Is Comforting, Liberating, And Relieving.