We Have Art So That

"this - Is Now My Way - Where Is Yours"? Thus Did I Answer Those Who Asked Me "the Way". For The Way - It Does Not Exist!

He Who Has Attained The Freedom Of Reason To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth - And Not Even As A Traveler Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing. But He Certainly Wants To Observe And Keep His Eyes Open To Whatever Actually Happens In The World; Therefore He Cannot Attach His Heart Too Firmly To Anything Individual; He Must Have In Himself Something Wandering That Takes Pleasure In Change And Transitoriness.

Great Things Demand That We Either Remain Silent About Them Or Speak In A Great Manner: In A Great Manner, That Is-cynically And With Innocence.

Human, All Too Human.

Although The Most Acute Judges Of The Witches And Even The Witches Themselves, Were Convinced Of The Guilt Of Witchery, The Guilt Nevertheless Was Non-existent. It Is Thus With All Guilt.