Let That Day Be Lost To Us

God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. Yet His Shadow Still Looms. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers?

Forgetting: That Is A Divine Capacity. And Whoever Aspires To The Heights And Wants To Fly Must Cast Off Much That Is Heavy And Make Himself Light--i Call It A Divine Capacity For Lightness.

Such A Man As Instinctively Feeds On Pure Ambrosia And Leaves Alone The Indigestible In Things.

No Artist Will Tolerate The World For One Second As It Is.

What An Age Experiences As Evil Is Usually An Untimely Reverberation Echoing What Was Previously Experienced As Good--the Atavismof An Older Ideal.