O My Brothers, Am I Then Cruel?

Everything Which Distinguishes Man From The Animals Depends Upon This Ability To Volatilize Perceptual Metaphors In A Schema, And Thus To Dissolve An Image Into A Concept.

What Is Happening To Me Happens To All Fruits That Grow Ripe. It Is The Honey In My Veins That Makes My Blood Thicker, And My Soul Quieter.

A Thought, Even A Possibility, Can Shatter And Transform Us.

The Man Who Does Not Wish To Be One Of The Mass Only Needs To Cease To Be Easy On Himself.

One Has To Take A Somewhat Bold And Dangerous Line With This Existence: Especially As, Whatever Happens, We Are Bound To Lose It.