One Who Has Given Up

'god Himself Cannot Exist Without Wise Men' - Luther Said, And Was Right. But 'god Can Exist Even Less Without Unwise Men' - That Good Old Luther Did Not Say.

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.

What Then Is Truth? A Movable Host Of Metaphors, Metonymies, And Anthropomorphisms: In Short, A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Poetically And Rhetorically Intensified, Transferred, And Embellished, And Which, After Long Usage, Seem To A People To Be Fixed, Canonical, And Binding. Truths Are Illusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions — They Are Metaphors That Have Become Worn Out And Have Been Drained Of Sensuous Force.

We Seldom Break Our Leg So Long As Life Continues A Toilsome Upward Climb. The Danger Comes When We Begin To Take Things Easily And Choose The Convenient Paths.

Of All Writings I Love Only That Which Is Written With Blood. Write With Blood: And You Will Discover That Blood Is Spirit.