The Wreckage Of Stars - I Built

He Who Obeys, Does Not Listen To Himself!

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

How Much Truth Does A Spirit Endure, How Much Truth Does It Dare?

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.

Everyone Becomes Brave When He Observes One Who Despairs.