The Man Who Renounces Himself, Comes To

The Finished Man Of The World Must Eat Of Every Apple At Once. He Must Hold His Hatreds Also At Arm's Length, And Not Remember Spite. He Has Neither Friends Nor Enemies, But Values Men Only As Channels Of Power.

We Know Truth When We See It, From Opinion, As We Know When We Are Awake That We Are Awake.

The Longest Wave Is Quickly Lost In The Sea.

Every Vice Is Only An Exaggeration Of A Necessary And Virtuous Function.

What A Man Does, That He Has. What Has He To Do With Hope Or Fear? In Himself Is His Might. Let Him Regard No Good As Solid But That Which Is In His Nature, And Which Must Grow Out Of Him As Long As He Exists. The Goods Of Fortune May Come And Go Like Summer Leaves; Let Him Scatter Them On Every Wind As The Momentary Signs Of His Infinite Productiveness.