I Teach The Art Of Turning Anguish

Entirety Exists Within Me As Exuberance In Empty Longing In The Desire To Burn With Desire.

By Inner Experience I Understand That Which One Usually Calls Mystical Experience: The States Of Ecstasy, Of Rapture, At Least Of Meditated Emotion. But I Am Thinking Less Of Confessional Experience, To Which One Has Had To Adhere Up To Now, That Of An Experience Laid Bare, Free Of Ties, Even Of An Origin, Of Any Confession Whatever. This Is Why I Don't Like The Word Mystical.

My True Church Is A Whorehouse – The Only One That Gives Me True Satisfaction.

A Judgment About Life Has No Meaning Except The Truth Of The One Who Speaks Last, And The Mind Is At Ease Only At The Moment When Everyone Is Shouting At Once And No One Can Hear A Thing.

At Man's Core There Is A Voice That Wants Him Never To Give In To Fear. But If It Is True That In General Man Cannot Give In To Fear, At The Very Least He Postpones Indefinitely The Moment When He Will Have To Confront Himself With The Object Of His Fear... When He Will No Longer Have The Assistance Of Reason As Guaranteed By God, Or When He Will No Longer Have The Assistance Of God Such As Reason Guaranteed. It Is Necessary To Recoil, But It Is Necessary To Leap, And Perhaps One Only Recoils In Order To Leap Better.