Happy The Youth Who Believes That His

This Is True Happiness: To Have No Ambition And To Work Like A Horse As If You Had Every Ambition. To Live Far From Men, Not To Need Them And Yet To Love Them. To Have The Stars Above, The Land To Your Left And The Sea To Your Right And To Realize Of A Sudden That In Your Heart, Life Has Accomplished Its Final Miracle: It Has Become A Fairy Tale.

The Dual Substance Of Christ - The Yearning, So Human, So Superhuman, Of Man To Attain God. [...] Has Always Been A Deep Inscrutable Mystery To Me. [...] My Principle Anguish And Source Of All My Joys And Sorrows From My Youth Onward Has Been The Incessant, Merciless Battle Between The Spirit And The Flesh. [...] And My Soul Is The Arena Where These Two Armies Have Clashed And Met.

In Religions Which Have Lost Their Creative Spark, The Gods Eventually Become No More Than Poetic Motifs Or Ornaments For Decorating Human Solitude And Walls.

Never In My Life Have I Feared Death As Much As I Feared That Resurrection.

Die Every Day. Be Reborn Again Every Day.