What If God Were Not Exactly Truth,

The Deeper Minds Of All Ages Have Had Pity For Animals.

Ah, Women. They Make The Highs Higher And The Lows More Frequent.

All Human Life Is Sunk Deep In Untruth; The Individual Cannot Pull It Out Of This Well Without Growing Profoundly Annoyed With His Entire Past, Without Finding His Present Motives (like Honor) Senseless, And Without Opposing Scorn And Disdain To The Passions That Urge One On To The Future And To The Happiness In It.

Was Mich Nicht Zugrunde Richtet, Macht Mich Starker.

It Is Nothing But Fanaticism And Beautiful Soulism To Expect Very Much (or Even, Much Only) From Humanity When It Has Forgotten How To Wage War.