Christianity Is Religion For The Executioner.

The Devotion Of The Greatest Is To Encounter Risk And Danger, And Play Dice For Death.

I Do Not Give Alms; I Am Not Poor Enough For That.

When One Is Young, One Venerates And Despises Without That Art Of Nuances Which Constitutes The Best Gain Of Life, And It Is Only Fair That One Has To Pay Dearly For Having Assaulted Men And Things In This Manner With Yes And No. Everything Is Arranged So That The Worst Of Tastes, The Taste For The Unconditional, Should Be Cruelly Fooled And Abused Until A Man Learns To Put A Little Art Into His Feelings And Rather To Risk Trying Even What Is Artificial — As The Real Artists Of Life Do.

There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.

After All, What Would Be "beautiful" If The Contradiction Had Not First Become Conscious Of Itself, If The Ugly Had Not First Said To Itself: "i Am Ugly"?.