Every Past Is Worth Condemning.

One Has To Pay Dearly For Immortality; One Has To Die Several Times While One Is Still Alive.

I Can Be Thrown By The Wayside, But I'm Looking At The Stars.

Whoever, At Any Time, Has Undertaken To Build A New Heaven Has Found The Strength For It In His Own Hell.

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters, And Coldly It Tells Lies, And This Lie Drones On From Its Mouth: 'i, The State, Am The People'.

But Say, My Brothers, What Can The Child Do That Even The Lion Could Not Do? Why Must The Preying Lion Still Become A Child? The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Sacred 'yes.' For The Game Of Creation, My Brothers, A Sacred 'yes' Is Needed: The Spirit Now Wills His Own Will, And He Who Had Been Lost To The World Now Conquers His Own World.