Only He Who Is Man Enough Will

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters, And Coldly It Tells Lies, And This Lie Drones On From Its Mouth: 'i, The State, Am The People'.

Little Prigs And Three-quarter Madmen May Have The Conceit That The Laws Of Nature Are Constantly Broken For Their Sakes.

There Are People Who Are So Presumptuous That They Know No Other Way To Praise A Greatness That They Publicly Admire Than By Representing It As A Preliminary Stage And Bridge Leading To Themselves.

Inaction, Letting Be, Neither Creating Nor Destroying--that Is My Evil. And Also The Knower As One Without Desire.

Only As An Aesthetic Product Can The World Be Justified To All Eternity.