I Want To Teach Men

If You Are Too Weak To Give Yourselves Your Own Law, Then A Tyrant Shall Lay His Yoke Upon You And Say: "obey! Clench Your Teeth And Obey!" And All Good And Evil Shall Be Drowned In Obedience To Him.

Men Inadvertently Comport Themselves With Nobility When They Have Grown Accustomed To Wanting Nothing From Others And Always Giving To Them.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Of One's Own Free Choice, Death At The Proper Time, With A Clear Head And With Joyfulness, Consummated In The Midst Of Children And Witnesses: So That An Actual Leave-taking Is Possible While He Who Is Leaving Is Still There.

What Was A Lie In The Father Becomes A Conviction In The Son.

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.