God Is Dead, God Remains Dead, And

Heavy, Heavy-hearted People Grow Lighter And Rise Occasionally To Their Surface Through Precisely That Which Makes Others Heavier,through Hatred And Love.

One Is Punished Best For One's Virtues.

From The Sun I Learned This: When He Goes Down, Overrich; He Pours Gold Into The Sea Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, So That Even The Poorest Fisherman Still Rows With Golden Oars. For This I Once Saw And I Did Not Tire Of My Tears As I Watched It.

The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

A Nation That Still Believes In Itself Holds Fast To Its Own God.