They Declaim Against The Passions Without Bothering

Miserable Creatures, Thrown For A Moment On The Surface Of This Little Pile Of Mud, Is It Decreed That One Half Of The Flock Should Be The Persecutor Of The Other? Is It For You, Mankind, To Pronounce On What Is Good And What Is Evil?

What I Should Like To Find Is A Crime The Effects Of Which Would Be Perpetual, Even When I Myself Do Not Act, So That There Would Not Be A Single Moment Of My Life Even When I Were Asleep, When I Was Not The Cause Of Some Chaos, A Chaos Of Such Proportions That It Would Provoke A General Corruption Or A Distubance So Formal That Even After My Death Its Effects Would Still Be Felt.

Humane Sentiments Are Baseless, Mad, And Improper; They Are Incredibly Feeble; Never Do They Withstand The Gainsaying Passions, Never Do They Resist Bare Necessity.

Imperious, Choleric, Irascible, Extreme In Everything, With A Dissolute Imagination The Like Of Which Has Never Been Seen, Atheistic To The Point Of Fanaticism, There You Have Me In A Nutshell, And Kill Me Again Or Take Me As I Am, For I Shall Not Change.

Is It Not A Strange Blindness On Our Part To Teach Publicly The Techniques Of Warfare And To Reward With Medals Those Who Prove To Be The Most Adroit Killers?