Lift Up Your Hearts, My Brothers, High,

Parasitism Is The Only Practice Of The Church; With Its Ideal Of Anaemia, Its Holiness, Draining All Blood, All Love, All Hope For Life; The Beyond As The Will To Negate Every Reality; The Cross As The Mark Of Recognition For The Most Subterranean Conspiracy That Ever Existed-against Health, Beauty, Whatever Has Turned Out Well, Courage, Spirit, Graciousness Of The Soul, Against Life Itself.

At Bottom Every Man Knows Well Enough That He Is A Unique Being, Only Once On This Earth; And By No Extraordinary Chance Will Such A Marvelously Picturesque Piece Of Diversity In Unity As He Is, Ever Be Put Together A Second Time.

Every Man Who Has Declared That Some Other Man Is An Ass Or A Scoundrel, Gets Angry When The Other Man Conclusively Shows That The Assertion Was Erroneous.

Men After Death ... Are Understood Worse Than Men Of The Moment, But Heard Better.

The Lie Is A Condition Of Life.