Literature ... Is The Rediscovery Of Childhood.

The Owl Flies, In The Moonlight, Over A Field Where The Wounded Cry Out. Like The Owl, I Fly In The Night Over My Own Misfortune.

Inner Experience ... Is Not Easily Accessible And, Viewed From The Outside By Intelligence, It Would Even Be Necessary To See In It A Sum Of Distinct Operations, Some Intellectual, Others Aesthetic, Yet Others Moral. ... It Is Only From Within, Lived To The Point Of Terror, That It Appears To Unify That Which Discursive Thought Must Separate.

The Great Monuments Are Raised Up Like Dams, Pitting The Logic Of Majesty And Authority Against All The Shady Elements: It Is In The Form Of Cathedrals And Palaces That Church And State Speak And Impose Silence On The Multitudes.

[nietzsche's Doctrine Of The Eternal Return] Is What Makes Moments Caught Up In The Immanence Of Return Suddenly Appear As Ends. In Every Other System, Don't Forget, These Moments Are Viewed As Means: Every Moral System Proclaims That "each Moment Of Life Ought To Be Motivated." Return Unmotivates The Moment And Frees Life Of Ends.

[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.