Consciousness Is Nature's Nightmare.

Tears Do Not Burn Except In Solitude.

When We Cannot Be Delivered From Ourselves, We Delight In Devouring Ourselves.

One Hardly Saves A World Without Ruling It.

The Only Free Mind Is One That, Pure Of All Intimacy With Beings Or Objects, Plies Its Own Vacuity.

The Amount Of Chiaroscuro An Idea Harbors Is The Only Index Of Its Profundity.