Learning From One's Enemies Is The Best

In This State One Enriches Everything Out Of One's Own Fullness: Whatever One Sees, Whatever Wills Is Seen Swelled, Taut, Strong, Overloaded With Strength. A Man In This State Transforms Things Until They Mirror His Power—until They Are Reflections Of His Perfection. This Having To Transform Into Perfection Is—art.

And So Do You Suppose It Must Be A Piece-work Because It Has Been Given To You (and Could Only Be Given To You) In Pieces?

Man Is More Sensitive To The Contempt Of Others Than To Self-contempt.

Everyone Who Has Ever Built Anywhere A "new Heaven" First Found The Power Thereto In His Own Hell.

Compulsion Precedes Morality, Indeed Morality Itself Is Compulsion For A Time, To Which One Submits For The Avoidance Of Pain.