My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.

You Call Yourself Free? I Want To Hear Your Ruling Thought And Not That You Have Escaped A Yoke. Are You Such A One As Was Permitted To Escape A Yoke? There Are Some Who Threw Away Their Ultimate Worth When They Threw Away Their Servitude. Free From What? What Is That To Zarathustra! But Your Eyes Should Announce To Me Brightly: Free For What?

A Man Who Whinnies With Noisy Laughter, Surpasses All The Animals In Vulgarity.

Morality Is: The Mediocre Are Worth More Than The Exceptions ... I Abhore Christianity With A Deadly Hatred.

Never To Read Another Book That Was Born And Baptized (with Ink) At The Same Time.