The Consequences Of Our Actions Take Hold

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself. What Is Bad? All That Is Born Of Weakness. What Is Happiness? The Feeling That Power Is Growing, That Resistance Is Overcome.

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.

The Great Wars Of The Present Age Are The Effects Of The Study Of History.