Man Is The Cruelest Animal.

A Refined Soul Is Distressed To Know That Someone Owes It Thanks; A Crude Soul, To Know That It Owes Someone Thanks.

Truth Is Only An Illusion We Have Forgotten Is An Illusion.

For The Purpose Of Knowledge We Must Know How To Make Use Of The Inward Current Which Draws Us Towards A Thing, And Also Of The Current Which After A Time Draws Us Away From It.

Now Know I Well What People Sought Formerly Above All Else When They Sought Teachers Of Virtue. Good Sleep They Sought For Themselves, And Poppy-head Virtues To Promote It! To All Those Be-lauded Sages Of The Academic Chairs, Wisdom Was Sleep Without Dreams: They Knew No Higher Significance Of Life. Even At Present, To Be Sure, There Are Some Like This Preacher Of Virtue, And Not Always So Honorable: But Their Time Is Past. And Not Much Longer Do They Stand: There They Already Lie. Blessed Are Those Drowsy Ones: For They Shall Soon Nod To Sleep.-thus Spoke Zarathustra.

That The World Is A Divine Game And Beyond Good And Evil:min This The Vedanta Philosophy And Heraclitus Are My Predecessors.