In Truth,there Was Only One Christian And

In The Consciousness Of The Truth He Has Perceived, Man Now Sees Everywhere Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence And Loathing Seizes Him.

My Formula For Happiness: A Yes, A No, A Straight Line, A Goal.

Each Word Of Heraclitus Expresses The Pride And The Majesty Of Truth, But Of Truth Grasped In Intuitions Rather Than Attained By The Rope Ladder Of Logic.

He Who Is Punished Is Never He Who Performed The Deed. He Is Always The Scapegoat.

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.