Priests ... These Turkey-cocks Of God.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.

Look Not Into The Sun! Even The Moon Is Too Bright For Your Nocturnal Eyes!

I Am One Thing, My Writings Are Another.

Sometimes People Don't Want To Hear The Truth Because They Don't Want Their Illusions Destroyed.