[heraclitus Had] A Regal Air

The Vanity Of Others Runs Counter To Our Taste Only When It Runs Counter To Our Vanity.

Body Am I Entirely, And Nothing Else; And Soul Is Only A Word For Something About The Body.

It Is Always Consoling To Think Of Suicide: In That Way One Gets Through Many A Bad Night.

Truths Are Illusions Of Which One Has Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors That Have Become Worn-out And Deprived Of Their Sensuous Force, Coins That Have Lost Their Imprint And Are Now No Longer Seen As Coins But As Metal.

Anyone Who Has Declared Someone Else To Be An Idiot, A Bad Apple, Is Annoyed When It Turns Out In The End That He Isn't.