Whatever We Think About And Question A

Everything Good Is The Transmutation Of Something Evil: Every God Has A Devil For A Father.

We Talk So Abstractly About Poetry Because All Of Us Are Usually Bad Poets.

Whoever Has Provoked Men To Rage Against Him Has Always Gained A Party In His Favor, Too.

About What We Neither Know Nor Feel Precisely While Awake-whether We Have A Good Or A Bad Conscience Toward A Certain Person-our Dreams Instruct Us Fully And Unambiguously.

What We Do In Dreams We Also Do When We Are Awake: We Invent And Fabricate The Person With Whom We Associate - And Immediately Forget We Have Done So.