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Ultimately, It Is The Desire, Not The Desired, That We Love.

The Philosopher Believes That The Value Of His Philosophy Lies In The Whole, In The Building: Posterity Discovers It In The Bricks With Which He Built And Which Are Then Often Used Again For Better Building: In The Fact, That Is To Say, That Building Can Be Destroyed And Nonetheless Possess Value As Material.

The Enjoyment That All Morality Has Given Us To Now And That It Continues To Give Us--and So, What Has Kept It Going Up To Now--lies In Everyone's Right, Without Lengthy Investigation, To Praise And Blame. And Who Could Endure Life Without Praising And Blaming!

You I Advise Not To Work, But To Fight. You I Advise Not To Peace, But To Victory. Let Your Work Be A Fight, Let Your Peace Be A Victory!

Some Mothers Need Happy Children; Others Need Unhappy Ones-otherwise They Cannot Prove Their Maternal Virtues.