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He Who Has Always Spared Himself Much Will In The End Become Sickly Of So Much Consideration. Praised Be What Hardens!

One Should Not Understand This Compulsion To Construct Concepts, Species, Forms, Purposes, Laws ('a World Of Identical Cases') As If They Enabled Us To Fix The Real World; But As A Compulsion To Arrange A World For Ourselves In Which Our Existence Is Made Possible:-we Thereby Create A World Which Is Calculable, Simplified, Comprehensible, Etc., For Us.

The Complete Irresponsibility Of Man For His Actions And His Nature Is The Bitterest Drop Which He Who Understands Must Swallow.

Read From A Distant Star, The Majuscule Script Of Our Earthly Existence Would Perhaps Lead To The Conclusion That The Earth Was The Distinctively Ascetic Planet, A Nook Of Disgruntled, Arrogant Creatures Filled With A Profound Disgust With Themselves, At The Earth, At All Life, Who Inflict As Much Pain On Themselves As They Possibly Can Out Of Pleasure In Inflicting Pain Which Is Probably Their Only Pleasure.

Perhaps No Philosopher Is More Correct Than The Cynic. The Happiness Of The Animal, That Thorough Cynic, Is The Living Proof Of Cynicism.