Death Is Close Enough At Hand So

Although The Most Acute Judges Of The Witches And Even The Witches Themselves, Were Convinced Of The Guilt Of Witchery, The Guilt Nevertheless Was Non-existent. It Is Thus With All Guilt.

What Is Life? A Continuous Praise And Blame.

For Nothing Is More Democratic Than Logic; It Is No Respecter Of Persons And Makes No Distinction Between Crooked And Straight Noses.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

What Is New, However, Is Always Evil, Being That Which Wants To Conquer And Overthrow The Old Boundary Markers And The Old Pieties; And Only What Is Old Is Good. The Good Men Are In All Ages Those Who Dig The Old Thoughts, Digging Deep And Getting Them To Bear Fruit - The Farmers Of The Spirit. But Eventually All Land Is Depleted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Come Again And Again.