My Abyss Speaks, I Have

There Is Something Laughable About The Sight Of Authors Who Enjoy The Rustling Folds Of Long And Involved Sentences: They Are Trying To Cover Up Their Feet.

The Only Excuse For God Is That He Doesn't Exist.

Art Is The Highest Task And The Proper Metaphysical Activity Of This Life.

Out Of A Brotherly Love We Occasionally Embrace This Or That Somebody (because We Cannot Embrace Everybody): But We Must Never Letour Somebody Know It.

Suspicious.- To Admit A Belief Merely Because It Is A Custom - But That Means To Be Dishonest, Cowardly, Lazy! - And So Could Dishonesty, Cowardice And Laziness Be The Preconditions For Morality?