Some Are Made Modest By

Where There Is Happiness, There Is Found Pleasure In Nonsense. The Transformation Of Experience Into Its Opposite, Of The Suitable Into The Unsuitable, The Obligatory Into The Optional (but In Such A Manner That This Process Produces No Injury And Is Only Imagined In Jest), Is A Pleasure.

Posthumous Men-myself, For Example-are Not As Well Understood As Timely Ones, But We Are Listened To Better. More Precisely: We Are Never Understood-hence Our Authority.

Convictions Are More Dangerous Foes Of Truth Than Lies.

Live So That Thou Mayest Desire To Live Again - That Is Thy Duty - For In Any Case Thou Wilt Live Again!

But Eternal Liveliness Is What Counts: What Does "eternal Life" Matter, Or Life At All?