I Love Those Who Do Not Know

In Solitude There Grows What Anyone Brings Into It, The Inner Beast Too. Therefore Solitude Is Inadvisable To Many.

In Truth,there Was Only One Christian And He Died On The Cross.

To Live As I Incline, Or Not To Live At All: So Do I Wish; So Wisheth Also The Holiest. But Alas! How Have I Still - Inclination? Have I-still A Goal? A Haven Towards Which My Sail Is Set?a Good Wind? Ah, He Only Who Knoweth Whither He Saileth, Knoweth What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.what Still Remaineth To Me? A Heart Weary And Flippant; And Unstable Will; Fluttering Wings; A Broken Backbone.this Seeking For My Home: O Zarathustra, Dost Thou Know That This Seeking Hath Been My Home-sickening; It Eateth Me Up.

Books That Teach Us To Dance: There Are Writers Who, By Portraying The Impossible As Possible, And By Speaking Of Morality And Genius As If Both Were High-spirited Freedom, As If Man Were Rising Up On Tiptoe And Simply Had To Dance Out Of Inner Pleasure.

Although The Most Acute Judges Of The Witches And Even The Witches Themselves, Were Convinced Of The Guilt Of Witchery, The Guilt Nevertheless Was Non-existent. It Is Thus With All Guilt.