Ei kaikki kiiltävä kultaa lie, vaeltaja ei eksy jokainen, ei vahvalta vanhuss voimia vie, syviin juuriin ei ulotu pakkanen. Tuli tuhkasta jälleen pilkahtaa, valo varjoista syttyvä on; terä miekan murtunut yhteen saa, ja kruunataan kruunuton.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost, The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
This eternal accusation against Christianity I shall write upon all walls, wherever walls are to be found - I have letters that even the blind will be able to see... I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct of revenge, for which no means are venomous enough, or secret, subterranean and small enough, - I call it the one immortal blemish upon the human race... F.W. Nietzsche
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