The One Conclusive Argument That Has At

Even The Pluckiest Among Us Has But Seldom The Courage Of What He Really Knows.

I Cannot Believe In A God Who Wants To Be Praised All The Time.

Where There Is Happiness, There Is Found Pleasure In Nonsense. The Transformation Of Experience Into Its Opposite, Of The Suitable Into The Unsuitable, The Obligatory Into The Optional (but In Such A Manner That This Process Produces No Injury And Is Only Imagined In Jest), Is A Pleasure.

It Is Not In Our Hands To Prevent Our Birth; But We Can Correct This Mistake - For In Some Cases It Is A Mistake.

Not By Wrath Does One Kill, But By Laughter.