Some Mothers Need Happy Children; Others Need

I Could Dispense With Nothing When I Created The Superman. His Seed Still Carries All Your Evil And Falsehood, Your Lies And Yourignorance.

Watch Them Clamber, These Swift Monkeys! They Clamber Over One Another And Thus Drag One Another Into The Mud And The Depth. They All Want To Get To The Throne: That Is Their Madness — As If Happiness Sat On The Throne. Often, Mud Sits On The Throne — And Often The Throne Also On Mud. Mad They All Appear To Me, Clambering Monkeys And Overardent. Foul Smells Their Idol, The Cold Monster: Foul, They Smell To Me Altogether, These Idolators.

Every Achievement, Every Step Forward In Knowledge, Is The Consequence Of Courage, Of Toughness Towards Oneself, Of Sincerity To Oneself

It Is Not Your Sin - It Is Your Moderation That Cries To Heaven; Your Very Sparingness In Sin Cries To Heaven!

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.