No Honey Is Sweeter Than That Of

However Un-christian This May Sound, I Am Not Even Predisposed Against Myself.

I Can Be Thrown By The Wayside, But I'm Looking At The Stars.

The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

From Which Stars Have We Fallen To Meet Each Other Here?

It Is Only When We Have Ceased To Be The Followers Of Our Followers That We Comprehend How Meaningless Followers Are.