Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They

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.

Today A Man Of Knowledge Might Well Feel As Though He Were God Transformed Into An Animal.

How Much Rationality And Higher Protection There Is In Such Self-deception, And How Much Falseness I Still Require In Order To Allow Myself Again And Again The Luxury Of My Sincerity.

That Roguish And Cheerful Vice, Politeness.

The Criminal Is Quite Frequently Not Equal To His Deed: He Belittles And Slanders It.