Christianity Is A Metaphysics Of The Hangman.

We Are Unknown To Ourselves, We Men Of Knowledge - And With Good Reason. We Have Never Sought Ourselves - How Could It Happen That We Should Ever Find Ourselves? It Has Rightly Been Said: "where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also"; Our Treasure Is Where The Beehives Of Our Knowledge Are.

The Saying, "the Magyar Is Much Too Lazy To Be Bored," Is Worth Thinking About. Only The Most Subtle And Active Animals Are Capable Of Boredom.--a Theme For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom On The Seventh Day Of Creation.

But Thus I Counsel You, My Friends: Mistrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful. They Are People Of A Low Sort And Stock; The Hangmen And The Bloodhound Look Out Of Their Faces. Mistrust All Who Talk Much Of Their Justice! Verily, Their Souls Lack More Than Honey. And When They Call Themselves The Good And The Just, Do Not Forget That They Would Be Pharisees, If Only They Had-power.

I Teach You Beyond Man (superman). Man Is Something That Shall Be Surpassed. What Have You Done To Surpass Him?

I See Many Soldiers; Could I But See Many Warriors! "uniform" One Calleth What They Wear; May It Not Be Uniform What They Therewith Hide!