All Of Life Is A Dispute Over

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.

Because Men Really Respect Only That Which Was Founded Of Old And Has Developed Slowly, He Who Wants To Live On After His Death Must Take Care Not Only Of His Posterity But Even More Of His Past.

This Demand Follows From An Insight That I Was The First To Articulate: That There Are No Moral Facts.

The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That He Always Lies.