The World Is Beautiful, But Has A

A Heart Full Of Courage And Cheerfulness Needs A Little Danger From Time To Time, Or The World Gets Unbearable.

Man Is Something That Is To Be Surpassed.

I Cannot Believe In A God Who Wants To Be Praised All The Time.

Once Blasphemy Again God Was The Greatest Blasphemy; But God Died, And Thereupon Those Blasphemers Died Too.

Why Couldn't The World That Concerns Us- Be A Fiction? And If Somebody Asked, 'but To Be A Fiction There Surely Belongs An Author?'- Couldn't One Answer Simply: 'why? Doesn't This "belongs" Perhaps Belong To The Fiction, Too?'