thus spake nietzsche...

"The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me--I know them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he must carry intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. He must be accustomed to living on mountain tops--and to looking upon the wretched gabble of politics and nationalism as beneath him. He must have become indifferent; he must never ask of the truth whether it brings profit to him or a fatality to him... He must have an inclination, born of strength, for questions that no one has the courage for; the courage for the forbidden; predestination for the labyrinth. The experience of seven solitudes. New ears for new music. New eyes for what is most distant. A new conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard. And the will to economize in the grand manner--to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm...Reverence for self; love of self; absolute freedom of self.....

Very well, then! of that sort only are my readers, my true readers, my readers foreordained: of what account are the rest?--The rest are merely humanity.--One must make one's self superior to humanity, in power, in loftiness of soul,--in contempt."

FRIEDRICH W. NIETZSCHE (in the preface to 'the antichrist')

religion of the civilised world...

"When we hear the ancient bells growling on a Sunday morning we ask ourselves: Is it really possible! This, for a jew, crucified two thousand years ago, who said he was God's son? The proof of such a claim is lacking. Certainly the Christian religion is an antiquity projected into our times from remote prehistory; and the fact that the claim is believed - whereas one is otherwise so strict in examining pretensions - is perhaps the most ancient piece of this heritage. A god who begets children with a mortal woman; a sage who bids men work no more, have no more courts, but look for the signs of the impending end of the world; a justice that accepts the innocent as a vicarious sacrifice; someone who orders his disciples to drink his blood; prayers for miraculous interventions; sins perpetrated against a god, atoned for by a god; fear of a beyond to which death is the portal; the form of the cross as a symbol in a time that no longer knows the function and ignominy of the cross -- how ghoulishly all this touches us, as if from the tomb of a primeval past! Can one believe that such things are still believed?"

Nietzsche, 'Human,All too Human'

Mankind

"You know, it's such a peculiar thing--our idea of mankind in general. We all have a sort of vague, glowing picture when we say that,something solemn, big and important. out actually all we know of it is the people we meet in our lifetime. Look at them. Do you know any you'd feel big and solemn about?There's nothing but housewives haggling at pushcarts, drooling brats who write dirty words on the sidewalks, and drunken debutantes. Or their spiritual equivalent. As a matter of fact, one can feel some respect for people when they suffer. They have a certain dignity. But have you ever looked at them when they're enjoying themselves? That's when you see the truth. Look at those who spend the money they've slaved for--at amusement parks and side shows. Look at those who're rich and have the whole world open to them. Observe what
they pick out for enjoyment. Watch them in the smarter speak-easies. That's your mankind in general. I don't want to touch it."

Dominique Francon in "The Fountainhead"-Ayn Rand
another one...it stresses on the fact that the idea of the community as the greatest of all things to be served is stupid...it is our own individuality and the greatness within our own selves which we need to understand and worship if we want to realise our potential, failing which is the greatest sin which we can commit...

Love and Loathing

"If I found a job, a project, an idea or a person I wanted--I'd have to depend on the whole world.Everything has strings leading to everything else. We're all so tied together. We're all in a net,the net is waiting,and we're pushed into it by one single desire. You want a thing and it's precious to you. Do you know who is standing ready to tear it out of your hands? You can't know, it may be so involved and so far away, but someone is ready, and you're afraid of them all. And you cringe and you crawl and you beg and you accept them--just so they'll let you keep it. And look at whom you come to accept."

-Dominique Francon in "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand
this is a qoute from one of my favorite books and it reflects very well how i feel about the world...

Role of a Poet

Like a sickle moon
in the dark universe
or a silver lining
of a sunset cloud
or a dazzling ember
in the smouldering fire
or a shiny drop of rain
on a yellow drying leaf
I am, a mere hint of hope
my life, fluid poetry.

-written by Rashi Bunny (1998)

angel

All through the night
I'll be standing over you
All through the night
I'll be watching over you

And through the bad dreams
I'll be right there,
Baby holding your hand,
Telling you everything is all right.

Telling you were never anything
Less than beautiful.

So don't worry
I'm your Angel standing by.

p.s.this one's not original,so plz don't blame me for plagiarism...i liked it..so it's here...