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What The Father Kept Silent The Son Speaks Out.

At Times, Our Strengths Propel Us So Far Forward We Can No Longer Endure Our Weaknesses And Perish From Them.

In Order For Once To Get A Glimpse Of Our European Morality From A Distance, In Order To Compare It With Other Earlier Or Future Moralities, One Must Do As The Traveller Who Wants To Know The Height Of The Towers Of A City: He Leaves The City.

War Has Always Been The Grand Sagacity Of Every Spirit Which Has Grown Too Inward And Too Profound; Its Curative Power Lies Even In The Wounds One Receives.

Whom Do I Hate Most Among The Rabble Of Today? The Socialist Rabble, The Chandala Apostles, Who Undermine The Instinct, The Pleasure, The Worker's Sense Of Satisfaction With His Small Existence-who Make Him Envious, Who Teach Him Revenge. The Source Of Wrong Is Never Unequal Rights But The Claim Of "equal" Rights.