The Good (n.) is only truly willed by one who avoids even the appearance of doing it.
The Good (n.) forms no union — it unites neither two nor hundreds; those who cling to an earthly distinction ally instead in an unholy union against the universal-human.
Good (n.) is a blessing to believe even if one is mistaken; the mistake lies in not doing it.
The Good (n.) exists because I will it, and apart from my willing it has no existence — which affirms, not belittles, its absolute validity.
The Good (n.) is the only place where state and transition are one.
The Good (n.) is absolutely able to keep silent; try to out-silence it and the inquisitor ends up afraid of himself and must break the silence.
The Good (n.) willed in earnest gets harder, not easier; most people fall away exactly when the way stops growing easy, and anyone who promises otherwise peddles lying reports.