What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

Go through the towns and ask yourselves whether these people should reproduce! Let them go to their whores!

What an age experiences as evil is usually an untimely reverberation echoing what was previously experienced as good--the atavismof an older ideal.

Inaction, letting be, neither creating nor destroying--that is my evil. And also the knower as one without desire.

Could truth perhaps be a woman who has reasons for not permitting her reasons to be seen? Could her name perhaps be--to speak Greek--Baubo?... Oh, those Greeks! They understood how to live: to do that it is necessary to stop bravely at the surface, the fold, the skin, to adore the appearance, to believe in forms, in tones, in words, in the whole Olympus of appearance! Those Greeks were superficial--out of profundity!

Everywhere resoundeth the voices of those who preach death; and the earth is full of those to whom death hath to be preached.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.