Only In War Are You Holy, And

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

It Is Always Consoling To Think Of Suicide: In That Way One Gets Through Many A Bad Night.

That Little Hypocrites And Half-crazed People Dare To Imagine That On Their Account The Laws Of Nature Are Constantly Broken; Such An Enhancement Of Every Kind Of Selfishness To Infinity, To Impudence, Cannot Be Branded With Sufficient Contempt. And Yet Christianity Owes Its Triumph To This Pitiable Flattery Of Personal Vanity.

In The End We Are Always Rewarded For Our Good Will, Our Patience, Fair-mindedness, And Gentleness With What Is Strange.

Convictions Are Prisons.