On The Heights It Is Warmer Than

[heraclitus] Concluded That Coming-to-be Itself Could Not Be Anything Evil Or Unjust.

We Cannot Even Reproduce Our Thoughts Entirely In Words.

The Hour When You Say, "what Does My Happiness Matter? It Is Poverty And Filth, And A Wretched Complacency. Yet My Happiness Should Justify Existence Itself!

It Takes Physical Courage To Indulge In Wickedness. The "good" Are Too Cowardly To Do It.

Completely True To Nature!' - What A Lie: / How Could Nature Ever Be Constrained Into A Picture? / The Smallest Bit Of Nature Is Infinite! / And So He Paints What He Likes About It. / And What Does He Like? He Likes What He Can Paint!