I Believe That Truth Has Only One

How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is More Talkative Than I Am!

The Chaos Of The Mind Cannot Constitute A Reply To The Providence Of The Universe. All It Can Be Is An Awakening In The Night, Where All That Can Be Heard Is Anguished Poetry Let Loose.

Nothing Is More Necessary Or Stronger In Us Than Rebellion.

[f]or Academic Men To Be Happy, The Universe Would Have To Take Shape. All Of Philosophy Has No Other Goal: It Is A Matter Of Giving A Frock Coat To What Is, A Mathematical Frock Coat. On The Other Hand, Affirming That The Universe Resembles Nothing And Is Only Formless Amounts To Saying That The Universe Is Something Like A Spider Or Spit.

What Does Physical Eroticism Signify If Not A Violation Of The Very Being Of Its Practitioners? – A Violation Bordering On Death, Bordering On Murder?