There Is A Rollicking Kindness

And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

What Is The Greatest Thing Ye Can Experience? It Is The Hour Of Great Contempt. The Hour In Which Even Your Happiness Becometh Loathsome Unto You, And So Also Your Reason And Virtue.

There Cannot Be A God Because If There Were One, I Could Not Believe That I Was Not He.

Let Us Guard Against Saying That There Are Laws In Nature. There Are Merely Necessities: There Is No One Who Commands, No One Whoobeys, No One Who Transgresses. Once You Understand That There Are No Purposes, Then You Also Understand That Nothing Is Accidental: For It Is Only In A World Of Purposes That The Word "accident" Makes Sense.

Nothing Is More Pathological In Our Pathological Modernity Than This Disease Of Christian Pity.