So Live Your Life Of Obedience And

Sensuality Often Hastens The "growth Of Love" So Much That The Roots Remain Weak And Are Easily Torn Up.

Such Men Alone Are My Readers, My Proper Readers, My Preordained Readers. Of What Account Are The Rest? The Rest Are Simply... Humanity. One Must Be Superior To Humanity In Power, In Loftiness Of Soul- In Contempt.

There Is Such A Thing As A Hatred Of Lies And Dissimulation, Which Is The Outcome Of A Delicate Sense Of Humor; There Is Also The Selfsame Hatred But As The Result Of Cowardice, In So Far As Falsehood Is Forbidden By Divine Law. Too Cowardly To Lie.

Sometimes In Conversation The Sound Of Our Own Voice Distracts Us And Misleads Us Into Making Assertions That In No Way Express Our True Opinions.

We Would Not Let Ourselves Be Burned To Death For Our Opinions: We Are Not Sure Enough Of Them For That.