Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They

Have You Heard Of That Madman Who Lit A Lantern In The Bright Morning Hours, Ran To The Market Place, And Cried Incessantly, I Seek God! I Seek God! As Many Of Those Who Do Not Believe In God Were Standing Around Just Then, He Provoked Much Laughter... Whither Is God, He Cried. I Shall Tell You. We Have Killed Him - You And I. All Of Us Are Murderers.... God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him.

Insanity In Individuals Is Something Rare - But In Groups, Parties, Nations And Epochs, It Is The Rule.

Ah, Women. They Make The Highs Higher And The Lows More Frequent.

Exhaustion Is The Shortest Way To Equality And Fraternity.

Intoxicating Joy Is It For The Sufferer To Look Away From His Suffering And Forget Himself. Intoxicating Joy And Self-forgetting, Did The World Once Seem To Me.