He Who Bears Injustice Alone Is Terrible

The Various Languages Placed Side By Side Show That With Words It Is Never A Question Of Truth, Never A Question Of Adequate Expression; Otherwise, There Would Not Be So Many Languages. The 'thing In Itself' (which Is Precisely What The Pure Truth, Apart From Any Of Its Consequences, Would Be) Is Likewise Something Quite Incomprehensible To The Creator Of Language And Something Not In The Least Worth Striving For.

A Nation Usually Renews Its Youth On A Political Sick-bed, And There Finds Again The Spirit Which It Had Gradually Lost In Seeking And Maintaining Power.

He Who Strays From The Customary Becomes A Sacrifice To The Extraordinary; He Who Keeps To The Customary Becomes Its Slave. He Iscondemned To Perish In Either Case.

A Subject For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom After The Seventh Day Of Creation.

Your God Is Dead And Only The Ignorant Weep. And If You Claim There Is A Hell, Then We Shall Meet There!