Most People Are Too Stupid To Act

Love Of One Is A Piece Of Barbarism: For It Is Practised At The Expense Of All Others. Love Of God Likewise.

And Nobody Lies As Much As The Indignant Do.

On The Rare Occasions When Our Dreams Succeed And Achieve Perfection - Most Dreams Are Bungled - The Are Symbolic Chains Of Scene And Images In Place Of A Narrative Poetic Language; They Circumscribe Our Experiences Or Expectations Or Situations With Such Poetic Boldness And Decisiveness That In The Morning We Are Always Amazed When We Remember Our Dreams.

Most People Are Far Too Much Occupied With Themselves To Be Malicious.

But What If Pleasure And Pain Should Be So Closely Connected That He Who Wants The Greatest Possible Amount Of The One Must Also Have The Greatest Possible Amount Of The Other, That He Who Wants To Experience The "heavenly High Jubilation," Must Also Be Ready To Be "sorrowful Unto Death"?