"what Is Good?" Ye Ask. To Be

We Pay Dearly For Immortality: We Die For It More Than Once During Our Lifetimes.

Assuming That He Believes At All, The Everyday Christian Is A Pitiful Figure, A Man Who Really Cannot Count Up To Three, And Who Besides, Precisely Because Of His Mental Incompetence, Would Not Deserve Such A Punishment As Christianity Promises Him.

Love And Hatred Are Not Blind, But Are Blinded By The Fire They Bear Within Themselves.

The World Is A Work Of Art That Gives Birth To Itself.

God Is A Too Palpably Clumsy Answer; An Answer Which Shows A Lack Of Delicacy Towards Us Thinkers-fundamentally, Even A Crude Prohibition To Us: You Shall Not Think!