The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy

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.

Strong Currents Drag Many Stones And Bushes Along With Them, Strong Intellects Many Dense And Muddled Minds.

Enjoying Praise Is In Some People Merely A Civility Of The Heart--and Just The Opposite Of A Vanity Of The Spirit.

I Admire The Courage And Wisdom Of Socrates In Everything He Did, Said--and Did Not Say.

All Idealists Imagine That The Causes They Serve Are Fundamentally Better Than Any Other Causes In The World, And They Refuse To Believe That If Their Cause Is To Flourish At All It Requires Precisely The Same Foul-smelling Manure That Is Necessary To All Other Human Undertakings.