My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.

He Who Thinks A Great Deal Is Not Suited To Be A Party Man: He Thinks His Way Through The Party And Out The Other Side Too Soon.

Faith Actually Moves No Mountains, But Instead Raises Them Up Where There Were None Before.

Even In The Lust Of Knowledge I Feel Only My Will's Delight In Begetting And Becoming; And If There Be Innocence In My Knowledge It Is Because My Procreative Will Is In It.

Life Is At An End Where The Kingdom Of God Begins