People Press Toward The Light

The English Are A Nation Of Consummate Cant.

We Must Beware Of One Who Is In A Passion Against Us As Of One Who Has Once Sought Our Life; For The Fact That We Still Live Is Due To The Absence Of Power To Kill, - If Looks Could Kill, We Should Have Been Dead Long Ago.

What Someone Is, Begins To Be Revealed When His Talent Abates, When He Stops Showing Us What He Can Do.

Whatever Does Not Kill Me Makes Me Stronger.

From The Sun Did I Learn This, When It Goeth Down, The Exuberant One: Gold Doth It Then Pour Into The Sea, Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, -so That The Poorest Fisherman Roweth Even With Golden Oars! For This Did I Once See, And Did Not Tire Of Weeping In Beholding It. - Like The Sun Will Also Zarathustra Go Down: Now Sitteth He Here And Waiteth, Old Broken Tables Around Him, And Also New Tables Half-written.