The vain.- We are like shop windows in which we are continually arranging, concealing or illuminating the supposed qualities other ascribe to us - in order to deceive ourselves.
Friedrich NietzscheThere did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.
Friedrich NietzscheIf you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.
Friedrich Nietzsche