Some Men Are Born Posthumously.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

I Am The Leading Strings Of The Ego And The Prompter Of Its Concepts.

But This People Has Deliberately Made Itself Stupid, For Nearly A Millennium: Nowhere Have The Two Great European Narcotics, Alcohol And Christianity, Been Abused More Dissolutely.

New Ways I Go, A New Speech Comes To Me; Weary I Grow, Like All Creators, Of The Old Tongues. My Spirit No Longer Wants To Walk On Worn Soles.

The Errors Of Great Men Are Venerable Because They Are More Fruitful Than The Truths Of Little Men.