Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With

It Is Our Needs That Interpret The World; Our Drives And Their For And Against. Every Drive Is A Kind Of Lust To Rule; Each One Has Its Perspective That It Would Like To Compel All Other Drives To Accept As A Norm.

The States In Which We Infuse A Transfiguration And A Fullness Into Things And Poetize About Them Until They Reflect Back Our Fullness And Joy In Life... Three Elements Principally: Sexuality, Intoxication And Cruelty All Belonging To The Oldest Festal Joys.

The Newspaper Reader Says: This Party Will Ruin Itself If It Makes Errors Like This. My Higher Politics Says: A Party Which Makes Errors Like This Is Already Finished -- It Is No Longer Secure In Its Instincts.

He Turns All Of His Injuries Into Strengths, That Which Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger, He Is Superman.

Science ... Has No Consideration For Ultimate Purposes, Any More Than Nature Has, But Just As The Latter Occasionally Achieves Things Of The Greatest Suitableness Without Intending To Do So, So Also True Science, As The Imitator Of Nature In Ideas, Will Occasionally And In Many Ways Further The Usefulness And Welfare Of Man,-but Also Without Intending To Do So.