Narrow Souls I Cannot Abide;

Socrates And Plato Are Right: Whatever Man Does He Always Does Well, That Is, He Does That Which Seems To Him Good (useful) According To The Degree Of His Intellect, The Particular Standard Of His Reasonableness.

It Is The Good War That Hallows Every Cause.

God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers? What Was Holiest And Mightiest Of All That The World Has Yet Owned Has Bled To Death Under Our Knives: Who Will Wipe This Blood Off Us? What Water Is There For Us To Clean Ourselves? What Festivals Of Atonement, What Sacred Games Shall We Have To Invent? Is Not The Greatness Of This Deed Too Great For Us? Must We Ourselves Not Become Gods Simply To Appear Worthy Of It?

One Does Not Know - Cannot Know - The Best That Is In One.

The Value Of Life Itself Cannot Be Estimated.