Righteousness Exalteth A Nation.

Free From What? What Does That Matter To Zarathustra! Clearly, However, Shall Your Eye Show To Me: Free For What?

Pain Makes Hens And Poets Cackle.

He Who Has Always Spared Himself Much Will In The End Become Sickly Of So Much Consideration. Praised Be What Hardens!

In His Heart Every Man Knows Quite Well That, Being Unique, He Will Be In The World Only Once And That No Imaginable Chance Will For A Second Time Gather Together Into A Unity So Strangely Variegated An Assortment As He Is: He Knows It But Hides It Like A Bad Conscience.

He Who Lives As Children Live - Who Does Not Struggle For His Bread And Does Not Believe That His Actions Possess Any Ultimate Significance - Remains Childlike.