I No Longer Want To Walk On

In Every Philosophical School, Three Thinkers Succeed One Another In The Following Way: The First Produces Out Of Himself The Sapand Seed, The Second Draws It Out Into Threads And Spins A Synthetic Web, And The Third Waits In This Web For The Sacrificial Victims That Are Caught In It--and Tries To Live Off Philosophy.

My Formula For Happiness: A Yes, A No, A Straight Line, A Goal.

Not Doubt, Certainty Is What Drives One Insane.

One Must First Be Firmly Set In Oneself, One Must Stand Securely On One's Own Two Legs Otherwise One Cannot Love At All.

There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand Me; I Am Not The Mouth For These Ears.