Man Must Become Better And

However Closely People Are Attached To One Another, Their Mutual Horizon Nonetheless Includes All Four Compass Directions, And Nowand Again They Notice It.

Such Men Alone Are My Readers, My Proper Readers, My Preordained Readers. Of What Account Are The Rest? The Rest Are Simply... Humanity. One Must Be Superior To Humanity In Power, In Loftiness Of Soul- In Contempt.

It Is Only Because Man Believes Himself To Be Free, Not Because He Is Free, That He Experiences Remorse And Pricks Of Conscience.

Life Is Fountain Of Joy; But Where The Rabble Also Gather To Drink, All Wells Are Poisoned.

We Are So Fond Of Being Out Among Nature, Because It Has No Opinions About Us.