Not Their Love Of Humanity, But The

Watch Them Clamber, These Swift Monkeys! They Clamber Over One Another And Thus Drag One Another Into The Mud And The Depth. They All Want To Get To The Throne: That Is Their Madness — As If Happiness Sat On The Throne. Often, Mud Sits On The Throne — And Often The Throne Also On Mud. Mad They All Appear To Me, Clambering Monkeys And Overardent. Foul Smells Their Idol, The Cold Monster: Foul, They Smell To Me Altogether, These Idolators.

Go Through The Moral Demands...one By One And You Will Find That Man Could Not Live Up To Them; The Intention Is Not That He Should Become More Moral, But That He Should Feel As Sinful As Possible. If Man Had Failed To Find This Feeling Pleasant - Why Should He Have Engendered Such An Idea And Adhered To It For So Long?... Man Was By Every Means To Be Made Sinful And Thereby Become Excited, Animated, Enlivened In General. To Excite, Animate, Enliven At Any Price.

One Is Punished Best For One's Virtues.

The Grand Style Arises When Beauty Wins A Victory Over The Monstrous.

It Is With Artworks As It Is With Wine: It Is Much Better When We Do Not Need Either One, When We Stick With Water, And When Out Of Our Own Inner Fire, The Inner Sweetness Of Our Own Soul, We Turn The Water Over And Over Again Into Wine Ourselves.