What Makes Us Heroic?--confronting Simultaneously Our Supreme

Spiritual Strength And Passion, When Accompanied By Bad Manners, Only Provoke Loathing.

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

This Is One Of The Stout-hearted Old Warriors: He Is Angry With Civilization Because He Supposes That Its Aim Is To Make All Goodthings--honors, Treasures, Beautiful Women--accessible Even To Cowards.

I Still Live, I Still Think: I Still Have To Live, For I Still Have To Think.

Shackled Heart, Free Spirit.--whoever Binds His Heart Tightly And Imprisons It May Indulge His Spirit In Many Liberties: I Have Already Said That Once. But No One Believes Me Unless He Already Knows.