The Disappointed One Speaks. I Searched For

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.

Life Is A Well Of Joy; But For Those Out Of Whom An Upset Stomach Speaks, Which Is The Father Of Melancholy, All Wells Are Poisoned.

For Out Of Fear And Need Each Religion Is Born, Creeping Into Existence On The Byways Or Reason.

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.

The Task Is Not To Overcome Opponents In General But Only Those Opponents Against Whom One Has To Summon All One's Strength, One's Skill And One's Swordsmanship-in Fact To Master Opponents Who Are One's Equals.