Woman Learns How To Hate

We Have No Organ At All For Knowledge, For Truth: We Know (or Believe Or Imagine) Precisely As Much As May Be Useful In The Interest Of The Human Herd, The Species: And Even What Is Here Called Usefulness Is In The End Only A Belief, Something Imagined And Perhaps Precisely That Most Fatal Piece Of Stupidity By Which We Shall One Day Perish.

Like The Creatures Of The Forest And The Sea, I Love To Lose Myself For A While.

Everything Good Is Instinct--and, As A Result, Easy, Necessary, Free.

This Life As You Now Live It And Have Lived It, You Will Have To Live Once More And Innumerable Times More; And There Will Be Nothing New In It, But Every Pain And Every Joy And Every Thought And Sigh And Everything Unutterably Small Or Great In Your Life Will Have To Return To You, All In The Same Succession And Sequence - Even This Spider And This Moonlight Between The Trees, And Even This Moment And I Myself. The Eternal Hourglass Of Existence Is Turned Upside Down Again And Again, And You With It, Speck Of Dust!

At Times, Our Strengths Propel Us So Far Forward We Can No Longer Endure Our Weaknesses And Perish From Them.