And So While Dreams Are The Individual

Is Man Merely A Mistake Of God's? Or God Merely A Mistake Of Man?

Faith, Indeed, Has Up To The Present Not Been Able To Move Real Mountains, Although I Do Not Know Who Assumed That It Could. But It Can Put Mountains Where There Are None.

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

Every Man Has His Price. This Is Not True. But For Every Man There Exists A Bait Which He Cannot Resist Swallowing. To Win Over Certain People To Something, It Is Only Necessary To Give It A Gloss Of Love Of Humanity, Nobility, Gentleness, Self-sacrifice - And There Is Nothing You Cannot Get Them To Swallow. To Their Souls, These Are The Icing, The Tidbit; Other Kinds Of Souls Have Others.

Is It Better To Out-monster The Monster Or To Be Quietly Devoured?