All Truth Is Crooked, Time Itself Is

One Is Punished Best For One's Virtues.

I Hate You Most Because You Attract, But Are Not Strong Enough To Pull Me To You.

Love Is A State In Which A Man Sees Things Most Decidedly As They Are Not.

Nothing Is Beautiful, Only Man: On This Piece Of Naivete Rests All Aesthetics, It Is The First Truth Of Aesthetics. Let Us Immediately Add Its Second: Nothing Is Ugly But Degenerate Man - The Domain Of Aesthetic Judgment Is Therewith Defined.

As A Result, Nature Is Something Entirely Different From What Comes To Mind When We Invoke Its Name.