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To Experience A Thing As Beautiful Means: To Experience It Necessarily Wrongly.

Every High Degree Of Power Always Involves A Corresponding Degree Of Freedom From Good And Evil.

I Absolutely Cannot See How One Can Later Make Up For Having Failed To Go To A Good School At The Proper Time. For This Is What Distinguishes The Hard School As A Good School From All Others: That Much Is Demanded; And Sternly Demanded; That The Good, Even The Exceptional, Is Demanded As The Norm; That Praise Is Rare, That Indulgence Is Nonexistent; That Blame Is Apportioned Sharply, Objectively, Without Regard For Talent Or Antecedents. What Does One Learn In A Hard School? Obeying And Commanding.

Poets Are Shameless With Their Experiences: They Exploit Them.

Being Human Is A Complicated Gig. So Give That Ol' Dark Night Of The Soul A Hug. Howl The Eternal Yes!