...lust Is Only A Sweet Poison For

Loving And Perishing: It's Been A Rhyme All These Eternities. The Will To Love: That Is, Also Being Willing To Die.

When Man Does Not Have Firm, Calm Lines On The Horizon Of His Life- Mountain And Forest Lines, As It Were- Then A Man's Innermost Will Becomes Agitated, Preoccupied, And Wistful.

Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

Idleness Is The Parent Of Psychology.

I Have Exposed Myself And Am Not Ashamed To Stand There Naked. "shame" Is What We Call The Monster That Attached Itself To Men When They Aspired Beyond The Animals.