God Is Dead, God Remains

A Man Who Wills Commands Something Within Himself That Renders Obedience, Or That He Believes Renders Obedience.

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

The Consequence Is That Every Man Comes To Know Himself Solely In Terms Of His Power For Defence And Attack.

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.

Many Are Stubborn In Pursuit Of The Path They Have Chosen, Few In Pursuit Of The Goal.