“An honorable man does not throw a stone into the well where he quenches his thirst!” Samarkand

The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it. The Critic as Artist

Keeping up appearances, living in borrowed finery, wearing masks, the drapery of convention, play-acting for the benefit of others and oneself ... the constant fluttering of human beings around the one flame of vanity is so much the rule and the law that there is virtually nothing which defies understanding so much as the fact that an honest and pure drive towards truth should ever have emerged in them. They are deeply immersed in illusions and dream-images; their eyes merely glide across the surface of things and see 'forms'; nowhere does their perception lead to truth. The Gay Science

Arms are of little value in the field unless there is wise counsel at home. On Duties