Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?
Danger alone acquaints us with our own resources, our virtues, our armor and weapons, our spirit, and forces us to be strong.
One is proud to worship when he cannot be an idol.
There are more idols than realities in the world: that is my "evil eye" for this world, which is also my "evil ear"..
Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness — as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne — and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.