God Is Dead, God Remains Dead, And

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

At Times One Remains Faithful To A Cause Only Because Its Opponents Do Not Cease To Be Insipid.

Through Searching Out Origins, One Becomes A Crab. The Historian Looks Backwards, And Finally He Also Believes Backwards.

The Flame Is Not As Bright To Itself As It Is To Those It Illuminates: So Too The Sage.

Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.