To The Mediocre, Mediocrity Is A Form

It Is Inhuman To Bless Where One Is Cursed.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

Where Is The Lightning To Lick You With Its Tongue? Where Is The Madness With Which You Should Be Cleansed? Behold, I Show You The Superman. He Is This Lightning, He Is This Madness.

No One Lies So Boldly As The Man Who Is Indignant.

I Should Not Believe In A God Who Does Not Dance.