"Faith" as an imperative is a veto against science-in praxi, it means lies at any price.

There's no defense against stupidity.

Every god-man created his own god: and there is no worse enmity on earth than that between gods.

In those days it was possible for a Greek to flee from an over-abundant reality as though it were but the tricky scheming off the imagination-and to flee, not like Plato into the land of eternal ideas, into the workshop off the world-creator, feasting one's eyes on the unblemished unbreakable archetypes, but into the rigor mortis off the coldest emptiest concept off all, the concept of being.

To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.

We laugh at a man who, stepping out of his room at the very minute when the sun is rising, says, “It is my will that the sun shall rise”; or at him who, unable to stop a wheel, says, “I wish it to roll”; or, again, at him who, thrown in a wrestling match, says, “Here I lie, but here I wish to lie.” But, joking apart, do we not act like one of these three persons whenever we use the expression “I wish”?

There are few pains so grievous as to have seen, divined, or experienced how an exceptional man has missed his way and deteriorated