For It Is Only As An Aesthetic

Many Other Such Substitutes For War Will Be Discovered, But Perhaps Precisely Thereby It Will Become More And More Obvious That Such A Highly Cultivated And Therefore Necessarily Enfeebled Humanity As That Of Modern Europe Not Only Needs Wars, But The Greatest And Most Terrible Wars, Consequently Occasional Relapses Into Barbarism, Lest, By The Means Of Culture, It Should Lose Its Culture And Its Very Existence.

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

God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. Yet His Shadow Still Looms. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers?

Whoever Despises Himself Nonetheless Respects Himself As One Who Despises.

Truly, It Is A Blessing And Not A Blasphemy When I Teach That "above All Things There Stands The Heaven Of Chance, The Heaven Of Innocence, The Heaven Of Accident, The Heaven Of Wantonness".