We Are Always In Our Own Company.

In This State One Enriches Everything Out Of One's Own Fullness: Whatever One Sees, Whatever Wills Is Seen Swelled, Taut, Strong, Overloaded With Strength. A Man In This State Transforms Things Until They Mirror His Power—until They Are Reflections Of His Perfection. This Having To Transform Into Perfection Is—art.

Freedom Is The Will To Be Responsible For Ourselves. It Is To Preserve The Distance Which Separates Us From Other Men. To Grow More Indifferent To Hardship, To Severity, To Privation, And Even To Life Itself.

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

Our Drives Are Reducible To The Will To Power. The Will To Power Is The Ultimate Fact At Which We Arrive.

We Seldom Break Our Leg So Long As Life Continues A Toilsome Upward Climb. The Danger Comes When We Begin To Take Things Easily And Choose The Convenient Paths.