Of all that is written I love only that which is written with blood.  Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit. 

It is not easy to understand the blood of another:  I hate the reading idler.

He who knows the reader does nothing further for the reader.  Another century of readers – and spirit itself will stink.

That everyone is allowed to learn to read will in the long run ruin not only writing but thinking, too.

Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.  

He who writes in blood and aphorisms does not want to be read, he wants to be learned by heart.

In the mountains the shortest route is from peak to peak:  but for that you must have long legs.  Aphorisms should be peaks:  and those to whom they are addressed should be big and tall of stature. 

The air thin and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness:  these things go well together.

I want hobgoblins around me, for I am courageous.  Courage which scares away phantoms creates hobgoblins for itself – courage wants to laugh.

I no longer feel as you do:  this cloud which I see under me, this blackness and heaviness I laugh at – precisely this is your thundercloud.

You look up when you desire to be exalted.  And I look down because I am exalted.

Who of you can at once laugh and be exalted?

He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary.

Courageous, untroubled, mocking, violent – that is what wisdom wants us to be:  wisdom is a woman and loves only a warrior…

-  Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra, originally published in 1883.  Just something I thought yall might want to chew on.