Let That Day Be Lost To Us

There Are Expressions And Bulls-eyes Of The Spirit, There Are Epigrams, A Little Handful Of Words, In Which A Whole Culture, A Whole Society Is Suddenly Crystallized.

Priests ... These Turkey-cocks Of God.

It Is Possible That The Production Of Genius Is Reserved To A Limited Period Of Mankind's History.

The Sick Woman Especially: No One Surpasses Her In Refinements For Ruling, Oppressing, Tyrannising.

You Shall Not Steal! You Shall Not Kill! Such Words Were Once Called Holy; Before Them People Bowrd Their Knees And Heads, And Removed Their Shoes. But I Ask You: Where Have There Ever Been Better Thieves And Killers In The World Than Such Holy Words Have Been? Is There Not In All Of Life Itself - Robbing And Killing? And When Such Words Were Called Holy, Was Not Truth Itself Thereby - Killed?