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Women And Egoistic Artists Entertain A Feeling Towards Science That Is Something Composed Of Envy And Sentimentality.

My Humanity Is A Constant Self-overcoming.

Every Man Who Has Declared That Some Other Man Is An Ass Or A Scoundrel, Gets Angry When The Other Man Conclusively Shows That The Assertion Was Erroneous.

My Time Has Not Yet Come Either; Some Are Born Posthumously.

There Is Sense In Hoping For Recognition In A Distant Future Only When We Take It For Granted That Mankind Will Remain Essentially Unchanged, And That Whatever Is Great Is Not For One Age Only But Will Be Looked Upon As Great For All Time.