Once Spirit Was God, Then

A Little Poison Now And Then: That Makes For Pleasant Dreams. And A Lot Of Poison At The End, For A Pleasant Death.

This Woman Is Beautiful And Clever: But How Much Cleverer She Would Have Become If She Were Not Beautiful!

When We Have A Great Goal We Are Superior Even To Justice, Not Merely To Our Deeds And Our Judges.

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

Indeed, What Forces Us At All To Suppose That There Is An Essential Opposition Of 'true' And 'false'? Is It Not Sufficient To Assume Degrees Of Apparentness And, As It Were, Lighter And Darker Shadows And Shades Of Appearance- Different 'values', To Use The Language Of Painters?