No One Lies So Boldly As The

Christianity Was From The Beginning, Essentially And Fundamentally, Life's Nausea And Disgust With Life, Merely Concealed Behind, Masked By, Dressed Up As, Faith In "another" Or "better" Life.

The Suffering Of Genius And Its Value. The Artistic Genius Desires To Give Pleasure, But If His Mind Is On A Very High Plane He Does Not Easily Find Anyone To Share His Pleasure; He Offers Entertainment But Nobody Accepts It. That Gives Him, In Certain Circumstances, A Comically Touching Pathos; For He Has No Right To Force Pleasure On Men. He Pipes, But None Will Dance: Can That Be Tragic?

How Much Truth Can A Spirit Bear, How Much Truth Can A Spirit Dare? ... That Became For Me More And More The Real Measure Of Value.

What Do You Regard As Most Humane? To Spare Someone Shame.

Whoever Thought That He Had Understood Something Of Me Had Merely Construed Something Out Of Me, After His Own Image.