Christianity Is A Metaphysics Of The Hangman.

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

One Begins To Mistrust Very Clever People When They Become Embarrassed.

All Human Life Is Sunk Deep In Untruth; The Individual Cannot Pull It Out Of This Well Without Growing Profoundly Annoyed With His Entire Past, Without Finding His Present Motives (like Honor) Senseless, And Without Opposing Scorn And Disdain To The Passions That Urge One On To The Future And To The Happiness In It.

Even Great Spirits Have Only Their Five-fingers' Breadth Of Experience - Just Beyond It Their Thinking Ceases And Their Endless Empty Space And Stupidity Begins.

Something Might Be True While Being Harmful And Dangerous In The Highest Degree. Indeed, It Might Be A Basic Characteristic Of Existence That Those Who Know It Completely Would Perish, In Which Case The Strength Of A Spirit Should Be Measured According To How Much Of The 'truth' One Could Still Barely Endure- Or To Put It More Clearly, To What Degree One Would Require It To Be Thinned Down, Shrouded, Sweetened, Blunted, Falsified.