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Separate Religion From Morality, And You Have The True Energy For Evil Within Man, The Terrible, Cruel, Devastating, And Inhuman Principle Which Naturally Lies In His Spirit. Here The Division Of The Indivisible Punishes Itself Most Awfully.

The Life Of The Artist Should Be Distinguished From That Of All Other People, Even In External Habits. They Are Brahmins, A Higher Caste, Not Ennobled By Birth, However, But Through Deliberate Self-initiation.

Whoever Does Not Philosophize For The Sake Of Philosophy, But Rather Uses Philosophy As A Means, Is A Sophist.

Many A Witty Inspiration Is Like The Surprising Reunion Of Befriended Thoughts After A Long Separation.

As Long As The Artist Invents And Is Inspired, He Remains In A Constrained State Of Mind, At Least For The Purpose Of Communication. He Then Wants To Say Everything, Which Is The Wrong Tendency Of Young Geniuses Or The Right Prejudice Of Old Bunglers. Thus, He Fails To Recognize The Value And Dignity Of Self-restraint, Which Is Indeed For Both The Artist And The Man The First And The Last, The Most Necessary And The Highest Goal.