At Heart I Am A Warrior.

Christianity Has The Rancor Of The Sick At Its Very Core-the Instinct Against The Healthy, Against Health. Everything That Is Well-constructed, Proud, Gallant And, Above All, Beautiful Gives Offense To Its Ears And Eyes.

Admiration For A Quality Or An Art Can Be So Strong That It Deters Us From Striving To Possess It.

Man Is At His Furthest Remove From The Animal As A Child, His Intellect Most Human. With His Fifteenth Year And Puberty He Comes Astep Closer To The Animal; With The Sense Of Possessions Of His Thirties (the Median Line Between Laziness And Greediness), Still Another Step. In His Sixtieth Year Of Life He Frequently Loses His Modesty As Well, Then The Septuagenarian Steps Up To Us As A Completely Unmasked Beast: One Need Only Look At The Eyes And The Teeth.

The Christian Church Has Left Nothing Untouched By Its Depravity; It Has Turned Every Value Into Worthlessness, And Every Truth Into A Lie

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.