He Who Is Obsessed By Death Is

There Can Be No Creator, Simply Because His Grief At The Fate Of His Creation Would Be Inconceivable And Unendurable.

Understanding, As We Understand It, Is Misunderstanding.

Adults Find Pleasure In Deceiving A Child. They Consider It Necessary, But They Also Enjoy It. The Children Very Quickly Figure It Out And Then Practice Deception Themselves.

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.

You Draw Closer To Truth By Shutting Yourself Off From Mankind.