Enemies Strengthn You. Allies Weaken You.

Humans Live Best When Each Has His Place, When Each Knows Where He Belongs In The Scheme Of Things. Destroy The Place And Destroy The Person.

Producing Perfection From Imperfection Is, After All, The Highest Of Art Forms.

The Person Who Experiences Greatness Must Have A Feeling For The Myth He Is In.

We Sift Reality Through Screens Composed Of Ideas . (and Such Ideas Have Their Roots In Older Ideas.) Such Idea Systems Are Necessarily Limited By Language , By The Ways We Can Describe Them. That Is To Say: Language Cuts The Grooves In Which Our Thoughts Move. If We Seek New Validity Forms (other Laws And Other Orders) We Must Step Outside Language.

Jessica Stopped Beside Him, Said: 'what Delicious Abandon In The Sleep Of A Child.' He Spoke Mechanically: 'if Only Adults Could Relax Like That.' 'yes.' 'where Do We Lose It?' He Murmured. 'we Do, Indeed, Lose Something,' She Said.