I Despise Mystics, They Fancy Themselves So

The Sensible Author Writes For No Other Posterity Than His Own--that Is, For His Age--so As To Be Able Even Then To Take Pleasurein Himself.

Deep Is The Well Of Truth And Long Does It Take To Know What Has Fallen Into Its Depths.

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.

What Is Genius?- To Aspire To A Lofty Aim And To Will The Means To That Aim.

Whoever Fights Monsters Should See To It That In The Process He Does Not Become A Monster. And If You Gaze Long Enough Into An Abyss, The Abyss Will Gaze Back Into You.