The Machine Is Impersonal, It Takes The

... Hitherto We Have Been Permitted To Seek Beauty Only In The Morally Good - A Fact Which Sufficiently Accounts For Our Having Found So Little Of It And Having Had To Seek About For Imaginary Beauties Without Backbone! - As Surely As The Wicked Enjoy A Hundred Kinds Of Happiness Of Which The Virtuous Have No Inkling, So Too They Possess A Hundred Kinds Of Beauty; And Many Of Them Have Not Yet Been Discovered.

All Mankind Is Divided, As It Was At All Times And Is Still, Into Slaves And Freemen.

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.

Some People Appear To Be More Meager In Talent Than They Are, Just Because The Tasks They Set Themselves Are Always Too Great.

[heraclitus Had] The Highest Form Of Pride [stemming] From A Certainty Of Belief In The Truth As Grasped By Himself Alone. He Brings This Form, By Its Excessive Development, Into A Sublime Pathos By Involuntary Identification Of Himself With His Truth.