What Is The Truth, But A Lie

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.

In Heaven, All The Interesting People Are Missing.

We Can Speak Very Much To The Purpose And Yet In Such A Way That The Whole World Cries Out In Contradiction: Namely, When We Are Not Speaking To The Whole World.

Everyone Who Has Ever Built Anywhere A "new Heaven" First Found The Power Thereto In His Own Hell.

There Will Be But Few People Who, When At A Loss For Topics Of Conversation, Will Not Reveal The More Secret Affairs Of Their Friends.