The Thought Is Merely A Sign, As

... 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.

"ego," Sayest Thou, And Art Proud Of That Word. But The Greater Thing - In Which Thou Art Unwilling To Believe - Is Thy Body With Its Big Sagacity; It Saith Not "ego," But Doeth It.

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.

Talking Much About Oneself Can Also Be A Means To Conceal Oneself.

But Are There Many Honest People Who Will Admit That It Is Pleasing To Give Pain?