After Buddha Was Dead, His

Compassion For The Friend Should Conceal Itself Under A Hard Shell.

It Is The Privilege Of Greatness To Confer Intense Happiness With Insignificant Gifts.

Here One Must Think Profoundly To The Very Basis And Resist All Sentimental Weakness: Life Itself Is Essentially Appropriation, Injury, Conquest Of The Strange And Weak, Suppression, Severity, Obtrusion Of Peculiar Forms, Incorporation, And At The Least, Putting It Mildest, Exploitation - But Why Should One For Ever Use Precisely These Words On Which For Ages A Disparaging Purpose Has Been Stamped?

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters, And Coldly It Tells Lies, And This Lie Drones On From Its Mouth: 'i, The State, Am The People'.

The Ability To Suffer Is A Small Matter - Weak Women And Even Slaves Can Acheive Virtuosity In That.