Every word is a prejudice.
Thou seekest disciples? Then thou seekest ciphers.
Only great pain is, as the teacher of great suspicion, the ultimate liberator of the spirit...I doubt whether such pain improves us-but I do know it deepens us.
Take a chance and try my fare! It will grow on you, I swear; Soon it will taste good to you!
What? A great man? I only ever see the ape of his own ideal.
How poisonous, how crafty, how bad, does every long war make one, which cannot be waged openly by means of force!