We Only Hear Questions That We Are

On All The Walls, Wherever Walls Exist, I Will Inscribe This Eternal Indictment Of Christianity--i Have Letters To Make Even Blindmen See.... I Call Christianity The Single Great Curse, The Single Great Innermost Depravity, The Single Great Instinct Of Revenge, For Which No Means Is Poisonous, Secretive, Subterranean, Small Enough--i Call It Mankind's Single Immortal Blemish.... And We Reckon Time From The Dies Nefastus With Which This Calamity Arose--following Christianity's First Day!--why Not Following Its Last Day, Instead?--following Today?--transvaluation Of All Values!

Let Them Like The Tibetans, Chew The Cud Of Their "om Mane Padme Hum" Innumerable Times, Or, As In Benares, Count The Name Of The God Ram-ram-ram (etc. With Or Without Charm) On Their Fingers; Or Honour Vishnu With His Thousand Names Of Invocation, Allah With His Ninety-nine; Or They May Make Use Of The Prayer-wheels And The Rosary: The Main Thing Is That They Are Settled Down For A Time At This Work And Are Tolerable To Look At. This Kind Of Prayer Has Been Invented For The Benefit Of The Pious Who Have Thought And Elevations Of Their Own.

The Most Serious Parody I Have Ever Heard Was This: In The Beginning Was Nonsense, And The Nonsense Was With God, And The Nonsense Was God.

When The Gratitude That Many Owe To One Discards All Modesty, Then There Is Fame.

God Is Dead; But Given The Way Of Men, There May Still Be Caves For Thousands Of Years In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown. And We - We Still Have To Vanquish His Shadow, Too.