The English Are A Nation Of Consummate

Those That Achieve Anything That Looks Beyond The Vision And Thinking Of Their Peers Provoke Jealousy And Hatred Disguised As The Ordinary.

What Is Originality? To See Something That Is As Yet Without A Name, That Is As Yet Impossible To Designate, Even Though It Staresus In The Face. The Way It Usually Is With People, It Is A Thing's Name That Makes It Perceptible To Them In The First Place.--for The Most Part, The Original Ones Have Also Been The Name-givers.

All Credibility, All Good Conscience, All Evidence Of Truth Come Only From The Senses.

When You Look Into An Abyss, The Abyss Also Looks Into You.

Consider The Cattle, Grazing As They Pass You By. They Do Not Know What Is Meant By Yesterday Or Today, They Leap About, Eat, Rest, Digest, Leap About Again, And So From Morn Till Night And From Day To Day, Fettered To The Moment And Its Pleasure Or Displeasure, And Thus Neither Melancholy Nor Bored. [...] A Human Being May Well Ask An Animal: 'why Do You Not Speak To Me Of Your Happiness But Only Stand And Gaze At Me?' The Animal Would Like To Answer, And Say, 'the Reason Is I Always Forget What I Was Going To Say' - But Then He Forgot This Answer Too, And Stayed Silent.