No One Lies So Boldly As The

Our Writing Equipment Takes Part In Forming Our Thoughts.

Assuming That He Believes At All, The Everyday Christian Is A Pitiful Figure, A Man Who Really Cannot Count Up To Three, And Who Besides, Precisely Because Of His Mental Incompetence, Would Not Deserve Such A Punishment As Christianity Promises Him.

I Am A Law Only For My Kind, I Am No Law For All.

It Is The Privilege Of Greatness To Confer Intense Happiness With Insignificant Gifts.

Is It Not Better To Fall Into The Hands Of A Murderer, Than Into The Dreams Of A Lustful Woman?