Christianity Is Called The Religion Of Pity.

Faced With A World Of "modern Ideas" Which Would Like To Banish Everyone Into A Corner And A "specialty," A Philosopher, If There Could Be A Philosopher These Days, Would Be Compelled To Establish The Greatness Of Mankind, The Idea Of "greatness," On The Basis Of His Own Particular Extensive Range And Multiplicity, His Own Totality In The Midst Of Diversity.

You Highest Men Whom I Have Ever Seen! This Is My Suspicion About You And My Secret Laughter: I Guess That You Would Call My Superman--a Devil!

As Is Well Known, The Priests Are The Most Evil Enemies—but Why? Because They Are The Most Impotent. It Is Because Of Their Impotence That In Them Hatred Grows To Monstrous And Uncanny Proportions, To The Most Spiritual And Poisonous Kind Of Hatred. The Truly Great Haters In World History Have Always Been Priests; Likewise The Most Ingenious Haters: Other Kinds Of Spirit Hardly Come Into Consideration When Compared With The Spirit Of Priestly Vengefulness.

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

Immature Is The Love Of The Youth, And Immature His Hatred Of Man And Earth. His Mind And The Wings Of His Spirit Are Still Tied Down And Heavy.