All Philosophy Is A Form Of Confession.

The Weak And The Botched Shall Perish: First Principle Of Our Charity.

Your Enemy Shall Ye Seek; Your War Shall Ye Wage, And For The Sake Of Your Thoughts! And If Your Thoughts Succumb, Your Uprightness Shall Still Shout Triumph Thereby!

Let Old Ones Go. Dont Be A Memory-monger! Once You Were Young──now You Are Even Younger.

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

A Refined Nature Is Vexed By Knowing That Some One Owes It Thanks, A Coarse Nature By Knowing That It Owes Thanks To Some One.