Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

There Is A Lake That One Day Refused To Flow Away And Threw Up A Dam At The Place Where It Had Before Flowed Out And Since Then This Lake Has Always Risen Higher And Higher. Perhaps The Very Act Of Renunciation Provides Us With The Strength To Bear It ; Perhaps Man Will Rise Ever Higher And Higher When He No Longer Flows Out Into A God.

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.

In Truth,there Was Only One Christian And He Died On The Cross.

It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.

What Is Great In Man Is That He Is A Bridge And Not A Goal: What There Is To Love In Man Is That He Is A Going-over And A Going-under.