Was Mich Nicht Zugrunde Richtet, Macht Mich

God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers- At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!

Enjoy Life. This Is Not A Dress Rehearsal.

To Have And To Want More That Is Life.

All Philosophers Make The Common Mistake Of Taking Contemporary Man As Their Starting Point And Of Trying, Through An Analysis Of Him, To[21] Reach A Conclusion. "man" Involuntarily Presents Himself To Them As An Aeterna Veritas As A Passive Element In Every Hurly-burly, As A Fixed Standard Of Things. Yet Everything Uttered By The Philosopher On The Subject Of Man Is, In The Last Resort, Nothing More Than A Piece Of Testimony Concerning Man During A Very Limited Period Of Time.

To The Mediocre, Mediocrity Is A Form Of Happiness.