A Man Who Is Very Busy Seldom

All Modern Philosophizing Is Political, Policed By Governments, Churches, Academics, Custom, Fashion, And Human Cowardice, All Off Which Limit It To A Fake Learnedness.

Every Great Love Brings With It The Cruel Idea Of Killing The Object Of Its Love So That It May Be Removed Once And For All From The Wicked Game Of Change: For Love Dreads Change Even More Than Annihilation.

The Perfect Woman Is A Higher Type Of Humanity Than The Perfect Man, And Also Something Much Rarer. The Natural History Of Animals Furnishes Grounds In Support Of This Theory.

But Say, My Brothers, What Can The Child Do That Even The Lion Could Not Do? Why Must The Preying Lion Still Become A Child? The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Sacred 'yes.' For The Game Of Creation, My Brothers, A Sacred 'yes' Is Needed: The Spirit Now Wills His Own Will, And He Who Had Been Lost To The World Now Conquers His Own World.

One Repays A Teacher Badly If One Always Remains Nothing But A Pupil.