All Truth Is Crooked, Time

"what Is Good?" Ye Ask. To Be Brave Is Good. Let The Little Girls Say: "to Be Good Is What Is Pretty, And At The Same Time Touching."

Love Is Blind; Friendship Closes Its Eyes.

Every Virtue Has Its Privilege: For Example, That Of Contributing Its Own Little Bundle Of Wood To The Funeral Pyre Of One Condemned.

It Is Our Needs That Interpret The World; Our Drives And Their For And Against. Every Drive Is A Kind Of Lust To Rule; Each One Has Its Perspective That It Would Like To Compel All Other Drives To Accept As A Norm.

The Best Belongs To Me And Mine; And If We Are Not Given It, We Take It: The Best Food, The Purest Sky, The Most Robust Thoughts, The Fairest Women!