Life Without Music Is No Life At

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.

Inaction, Letting Be, Neither Creating Nor Destroying--that Is My Evil. And Also The Knower As One Without Desire.

There Are The Spiritually Consumptive Ones: Hardly Are They Born When They Begin To Die, And Long For Doctrines Of Lassitude And Renunciation.

Silence Is Worse; All Truths That Are Kept Silent Become Poisonous.

Whether We Immoralists Do Any Harm To Virtue?-just As Little As Anarchists Do To Princes. It Is Only Because They Have Been Shot At That They Once Again Sit Securely On Their Thrones. Moral: We Must Shoot At Morals.