The Job Of Rearing A Child Consists

But Like Infection Is The Petty Thought: It Creeps And Hides, And Wants To Be Nowhere--until The Whole Body Is Decayed And Withered By The Petty Infection... Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

Love Is Blind; Friendship Closes Its Eyes.

It Is Some Fundamental Certainty Which A Noble Soul Has About Itself, Something Which Is Not To Be Sought, Is Not To Be Found, And Perhaps, Also, Is Not To Be Lost. The Noble Soul Has Reverence For Itself.

And This Do I Call Immaculate Perception Of All Things: To Want Nothing Else From Them, But To Be Allowed To Lie Before Them As A Mirror With A Hundred Facets.

But Thus I Counsel You, My Friends: Mistrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful. They Are People Of A Low Sort And Stock; The Hangmen And The Bloodhound Look Out Of Their Faces. Mistrust All Who Talk Much Of Their Justice! Verily, Their Souls Lack More Than Honey. And When They Call Themselves The Good And The Just, Do Not Forget That They Would Be Pharisees, If Only They Had-power.