In True Love It Is The Soul

In All Institutions From Which The Cold Wind Of Open Criticism Is Excluded, An Innocent Corruption Begins To Grow Like A Mushroom - For Example, In Senates And Learned Societies

I Love Him Who Laboureth And Inventeth, That He May Build The House For The Superman, And Prepare For Him Earth, Animal, And Plant: For Thus Seeketh He His Own Down-going.

Where Neither Love Nor Hatred Is In The Game, A Woman's Game Is Mediocre.

Those Who Show Pity And Are Always Ready To Help During Times Of Trouble Are Seldom The Same Ones Who Rejoice In Our Joy: When Others Are Happy They Have Nothing To Do, They Become Superfluous And Lose Their Feeling Of Superiority, And So They Easily Show Their Displeasure.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.