What, Then Is Truth?... Truths Are Illusions

Of All Evil I Deem You Capable: Therefore I Want Good From You. Verily, I Have Often Laughed At The Weaklings Who Thought Themselves Good Because They Had No Claws.

Without Art We Would Be Nothing But Foreground And Live Entirely In The Spell Of That Perspective Which Makes What Is Closest At Hand And Most Vulgar Appear As If It Were Vast, And Reality Itself.

All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

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.

The Refinement Of Shame. People Are Not Ashamed To Think Something Foul, But They Are Ashamed When They Think These Foul Thoughts Are Attributed To Them.