One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.