“evil Men Have No Songs.”

We Talk So Abstractly About Poetry Because All Of Us Are Usually Bad Poets.

Our Drives Are Reducible To The Will To Power. The Will To Power Is The Ultimate Fact At Which We Arrive.

Man Is A Rope Stretched Between The Animal And The Superman-a Rope Over An Abyss. A Dangerous Crossing, A Dangerous Wayfaring, A Dangerous Looking-back, A Dangerous Trembling And Halting

Generally Speaking, The Greater A Woman's Beauty, The Greater Her Modesty.

Pity Makes Suffering Contagious.