The Final Reward Of The Dead -

"god", "immortality Of The Soul", "redemption", "beyond" - Without Exception, Concepts To Which I Have Never Devoted Any Attention, Or Time; Not Even As A Child. Perhaps I Have Never Been Childlike Enough For Them? I Do Not By Any Means Know Atheism As A Result; Even Less As An Event: It Is A Matter Of Course With Me, From Instinct. I Am Too Inquisitive, Too Questionable, Too Exuberant To Stand For Any Gross Answer. God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers - At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!

He Who Bears Injustice Alone Is Terrible To Behold.

We Find Nothing Easier Than Being Wise, Patient, Superior. We Drip With The Oil Of Forbearance And Sympathy, We Are Absurdly Just, We Forgive Everything. For That Very Reason We Ought To Discipline Ourselves A Little; For That Very Reason We Ought To Cultivate A Little Emotion, A Little Emotional Vice, From Time To Time. It May Be Hard For Us; And Among Ourselves We May Perhaps Laugh At The Appearance We Thus Present. But What Of That! We No Longer Have Any Other Mode Of Self-overcoming Available To Us: This Is Our Asceticism, Our Penance.

Extreme Positions Are Not Succeeded By Moderate Ones But By Extreme Positions Of The Opposite Kind.

The Man Who Does Not Wish To Be One Of The Mass Only Needs To Cease To Be Easy On Himself.