God Is A Thought Who Makes Crooked

A Few Hours Of Mountain Climbing Make A Blackguard And A Saint Two Rather Similar Creatures.

You Highest Men Whom I Have Ever Seen! This Is My Suspicion About You And My Secret Laughter: I Guess That You Would Call My Superman--a Devil!

Blessed Are The Forgetful: For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders.

I Am Really Very, Very Tired Of Everything - More Than Tired.

We Ought To Fear A Man Who Hates Himself, For We Are At Risk Of Becoming Victims Of His Anger And Revenge. Let Us Then Try To Lure Him Into Self-love.