It Is A Terrible Thought, To Contemplate

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

It Is So Little True That Martyrs Offer Any Support To The Truth Of A Cause That I Am Inclined To Deny That Any Martyr Has Ever Had Anything To Do With The Truth At All.

In What Does The Objective Measure Of Value Lie? In The Quantum Of Enhanced And Organized Power Alone, In Accordance With What Occurs In All Occurrence, A Will To Increase.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

The One Conclusive Argument That Has At All Times Discouraged People From Drinking A Poison Is Not That It Kills But Rather That It Tastes Bad.