Every Word Is A Prejudice.

A Nation Is A Detour Of Nature To Arrive At Five Or Six Great Men- Yes, And Then To Get Around Them.

For All Things Are Baptized At The Font Of Eternity, And Beyond Good And Evil; Good And Evil Themselves, However, Are But Intervening Shadows And Damp Afflictions And Passing Clouds.

Nothing Is Beautiful, Only Man: On This Piece Of Naivete Rests All Aesthetics, It Is The First Truth Of Aesthetics. Let Us Immediately Add Its Second: Nothing Is Ugly But Degenerate Man - The Domain Of Aesthetic Judgment Is Therewith Defined.

Under Conditions Of Peace The Warlike Man Attacks Himself.

Hope, In Its Stronger Forms, Is A Great Deal More Powerful Stimulans To Life Than Any Sort Of Realized Joy Can Ever Be. Man Must Be Sustained In Suffering By A Hope So High That No Conflict With Actuality Can Dash It - So High, Indeed, That No Fulfilment Can Satisfy It: A Hope Reaching Out Beyond This World.