When . . . In The Course

There Is, Indeed, Nothing More Annoying Than To Be, For Instance, Wealthy, Of Good Family, Nice-looking, Fairly Intelligent, And Even Good-natured, And Yet To Have No Talents, No Special Faculty, No Peculiarity Even, Not One Idea Of One's Own, To Be Precisely "like Other People.

That's Always The Way With Fanatics; They Cross Themselves At The Tavern And Throw Stones At The Temple.

Hold Your Tongue; You Won't Understand Anything. If There Is No God, Then I Am God.

God Is The Pain Of The Fear Of Death

For If There's No Everlasting God, There's No Such Thing As Virtue, And There's No Need Of It.