I Hate Who Steals My

A Man Who Whinnies With Noisy Laughter, Surpasses All The Animals In Vulgarity.

We Do Not Belong To Those Who Only Get Their Thought From Books, Or At The Prompting Of Books, -- It Is Our Custom To Think In The Open Air, Walking, Leaping, Climbing, Or Dancing On Lonesome Mountains By Preference, Or Close To The Sea, Where Even The Paths Become Thoughtful.

Man Is A Rope Stretched Between The Animal And The Superman-a Rope Over An Abyss. A Dangerous Crossing, A Dangerous Wayfaring, A Dangerous Looking-back, A Dangerous Trembling And Halting

Assuming That We Have Trained Our Imagination To Denounce The Past, We Will Not Suffer Much From Unfulfilled Wishes.

Loving And Perishing: It's Been A Rhyme All These Eternities. The Will To Love: That Is, Also Being Willing To Die.