A Labyrinthine Man Never Seeks The Truth,

O My Brothers, Am I Then Cruel? But I Say: That Which Is Falling Should Also Be Pushed!

Ultimately One Loves One's Desires And Not That Which Is Desired.

Philosophers Are Not Honest Enough In Their Work, Although They Make A Lot Of Virtuous Noise When The Problem Of Truthfulness Is Touched Even Remotely. They All Pose As If They Had Discovered And Reached Their Real Opinions Through The Self-development Of A Cold, Pure, Divinely Unconcerned Dialectic...; While At Bottom It Is An Assumption, A Hunch, Indeed A Kind Of "inspiration" Most Often A Desire Of The Heart That Has Been Filtered And Made Abstract That They Defend With Reasons They Have Sought After The Fact.

To Explore The Whole Sphere Of The Modern Soul, To Have Sat In Every Nook- My Ambition, My Torture, And My Happiness

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.