As An Artist One Has No Home

Without Myth, However, Every Culture Loses Its Healthy Creative Natural Power: It Is Only A Horizon Encompassed With Myth That Rounds Off To Unity A Social Movement.

Different Types Of Dangerous Lives-you Have No Idea What You Are Living Through; You Rush Through Life As If You Were Drunk And Now And Then Fall Down Some Staircase. But Thanks To Your Drunkenness You Never Break A Limb; Your Muscles Are Too Relaxed And Your Brain Too Benighted For You To Find The Stones Of These Stairs As Hard As We Do.

The Beautiful Exists Just As Little As The True. In Every Case It Is A Question Of The Conditions Of Preservation Of A Certain Type Of Man: Thus The Herd-man Will Experience The Value Feeling Of The True In Different Things Than Will The Overman.

Thinking Evil Is Making Evil.

The Child As A Monument To The Passion Of Two People; The Will To Oneness In Two.