Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.

Life, And You, And I, And All Of Us Together Became For A While Interesing To Ourselves Once More.

A Subject For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom After The Seventh Day Of Creation.

It Has Therewith Come To Be Recognized That The History Of Moral Valuations Is At The Same Time The History Of An Error, The Error Of Responsibility, Which Is Based Upon The Error Of The Freedom Of Will.

Parasitism Is The Only Practice Of The Church; With Its Ideal Of Anaemia, Its Holiness, Draining All Blood, All Love, All Hope For Life; The Beyond As The Will To Negate Every Reality; The Cross As The Mark Of Recognition For The Most Subterranean Conspiracy That Ever Existed-against Health, Beauty, Whatever Has Turned Out Well, Courage, Spirit, Graciousness Of The Soul, Against Life Itself.