I Looked For Great Men, But All

Nothing Is Beautiful, Only Man: On This Piece Of Naivete Rests All Aesthetics, It Is The First Truth Of Aesthetics. Let Us Immediately Add Its Second: Nothing Is Ugly But Degenerate Man - The Domain Of Aesthetic Judgment Is Therewith Defined.

The Most Welcome Joke To Me Is The One That Takes The Place Of A Heavy, Not Altogether Innocuous Thought, At Once A Cautionary Hint Of The Finger And A Flash Of The Eye.

Just As Soon As We Notice That Someone Has To Force Himself To Pay Attention When Dealing And Talking With Us, We Have A Valid Demonstration That He Does Not Love Us Or That He Does Not Love Us Anymore.

But In The End One Also Has To Understand That The Needs That Religion Has Satisfied And Philosophy Is Now Supposed To Satisfy Are Not Immutable; They Can Be Weakened And Exterminated. Consider, For Example, That Christian Distress Of Mind That Comes From Sighing Over Ones Inner Depravity And Care For Ones Salvation - All Concepts Originating In Nothing But Errors Of Reason And Deserving, Not Satisfaction, But Obliteration.

Memory Says, 'i Did That.' Pride Replies, 'i Could Not Have Done That.' Eventually, Memory Yields.