Without Myth, However, Every Culture Loses Its

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.

In The Beautiful, Man Sets Himself Up As The Standard Of Perfection; In Select Cases He Worships Himself In It. Man Believes That The World Itself Is Filled With Beauty -he Forgets That It Is He Who Has Created It. He Alone Has Bestowed Beauty Upon The World -alas! Only A Very Human, An All Too Human, Beauty.

An Educator Never Says What He Himself Thinks, But Only That Which He Thinks It Is Good For Those Whom He Is Educating To Hear.

Dead Are All Gods: Now We Want The Overman To Live.

Whom Do I Hate Most Among The Rabble Of Today? The Socialist Rabble, The Chandala Apostles, Who Undermine The Instinct, The Pleasure, The Worker's Sense Of Satisfaction With His Small Existence-who Make Him Envious, Who Teach Him Revenge. The Source Of Wrong Is Never Unequal Rights But The Claim Of "equal" Rights.