Whoever Has Not Two-thirds Of His Time

Not By Wrath Does One Kill, But By Laughter.

Everything Becomes And Recurs Eternally - Escape Is Impossible!

I Love Him Who Chasteneth His God, Because He Loveth His God: For He Must Succumb Through The Wrath Of His God.

Why Couldn't The World That Concerns Us- Be A Fiction? And If Somebody Asked, 'but To Be A Fiction There Surely Belongs An Author?'- Couldn't One Answer Simply: 'why? Doesn't This "belongs" Perhaps Belong To The Fiction, Too?'

Of What Is Great One Must Either Be Silent Or Speak With Greatness. With Greatness--that Means Cynically And With Innocence.