Truly, Whoever Possesses Little Is That Much

At Times, Our Strengths Propel Us So Far Forward We Can No Longer Endure Our Weaknesses And Perish From Them.

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.

Our Knowledge Will Take Its Revenge On Us, Just As Ignorance Exacted Its Revenge During The Middle Ages.

One's Own Self Is Well Hidden From One's Own Self; Of All Mines Of Treasure, One's Own Is The Last To Be Dug Up.

To Learn From Our Enemies Is The Best Pathway To Loving Them: For It Makes Us Grateful To Them.