If You Want Me To

There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand Me; I Am Not The Mouth For These Ears.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

One Can Also Be Undignified And Flattering Toward A Virtue.

History Is Nothing More Than The Belief In The Senses, The Belief In Falsehood.

A Thought Comes When It Will, Not When I Will.