Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst

Every Philosophy Is The Philosophy Of Some Stage Of Life.

My Humanity Is A Constant Self-overcoming.

There Is Perhaps Nothing So Admirable In Christianity And Buddhism As Their Art Of Teaching Even The Lowest To Elevate Themselves By Piety To A Seemingly Higher Order Of Things, And Thereby To Retain Their Satisfaction With The Actual World In Which They Find It Difficult Enough To Live - This Very Difficulty Being Necessary.

Or Shall I Go Out As A Light Does, Not First Blown Out By The Wind, But Grown Tired And Weary Of Itself - A Burnt Out Light? Or Finally, Shall I Blow Myself Out, So As Not To Burn Out?

I Could Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance... And Now A God Dances Through Me.