A Thought Comes When It Will, Not

Compulsion Precedes Morality, Indeed Morality Itself Is Compulsion For A Time, To Which One Submits For The Avoidance Of Pain.

There Is Something Laughable About The Sight Of Authors Who Enjoy The Rustling Folds Of Long And Involved Sentences: They Are Trying To Cover Up Their Feet.

Once You Were Apes, Yet Even Now Man Is More Of An Ape Than Any Of The Apes.

Have You Heard Of That Madman Who Lit A Lantern In The Bright Morning Hours, Ran To The Market Place, And Cried Incessantly, I Seek God! I Seek God! As Many Of Those Who Do Not Believe In God Were Standing Around Just Then, He Provoked Much Laughter... Whither Is God, He Cried. I Shall Tell You. We Have Killed Him - You And I. All Of Us Are Murderers.... God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him.

Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.