God Is Dead, God Remains Dead, And

Love Brings To Light A Lover's Noble And Hidden Qualities-his Rare And Exceptional Traits: It Is Thus Liable To Be Deceptive Of His Normal Qualities.

What If God Were Not Exactly Truth, And If This Could Be Proved? And If He Were Instead The Vanity, The Desire For Power, The Ambitions, The Fear, And The Enraptured And Terrified Folly Of Mankind?

Writers Ought To Be Regarded As Wrongdoers Who Deserve To Be Acquitted Or Pardoned Only In The Rarest Cases: That Would Be A Way To Keep Books From Getting Out Of Hand.

We Have To Be Careful That In Throwing Out The Devil, We Don't Throw Out The Best Part Of Ourselves.

Love And Hatred Are Not Blind, But Are Blinded By The Fire They Bear Within Themselves.