The Greatest Progress That The Human Race

Triumph Depends On A Roll Of Fate's Dice; The Ultimate Prize Is A Place In Heaven.

Virtues Are Dangerous As Vices Insofar As They Are Allowed To Rule Over One As Authorities And Not As Qualities One Develops Oneself.

Christianity Gave Eros Poison To Drink; He Did Not Die Of It, Certainly, But Degenerated To Vice.

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

Anyone Who Has Declared Someone Else To Be An Idiot, A Bad Apple, Is Annoyed When It Turns Out In The End That He Isn't.