Was That Life? Well Then, Once More!

At The Bottom Of All These Noble Races The Beast Of Prey, The Splendid Blond Beast, Prowling About Avidly In Search Of Spoil And Victory.

"what Is Good?" Ye Ask. To Be Brave Is Good. Let The Little Girls Say: "to Be Good Is What Is Pretty, And At The Same Time Touching."

How Can A Man Know Himself? He Is A Thing Dark And Veiled; And If The Hare Has Seven Skins, Man Can Slough Off Seventy Times Seven And Still Not Be Able To Say: "this Is Really You, This Is No Longer Outer Shell.

We Are, Indeed, Not Among The Least Contented. You, However, If Your Belief Makes You Blessed Then Appear To Be Blessed! Your Faces Have Always Been More Injurious To Your Belief Than Our Objections Have! If These Glad Tidings Of Your Bible Were Written On Your Faces, You Would Not Need To Insist So Obstinately On The Authority Of That Book ... As Things Are, However, All Your Apologies For Christianity Have Their Roots In Your Lack Of Christianity; With Your Defense Plea You Inscribe Your Own Bill Of Indictment.

People Who, Out Of An Inborn Moderation, Leave Every Glass Standing Only Half-emptied Refuse To Admit That Everything In The World Has Its Sediments And Dregs.