One Never Dives Into The Water To

I Understand By 'freedom Of Spirit' Something Quite Definite - The Unconditional Will To Say No, Where It Is Dangerous To Say No.

Watch Them Clamber, These Swift Monkeys! They Clamber Over One Another And Thus Drag One Another Into The Mud And The Depth. They All Want To Get To The Throne: That Is Their Madness — As If Happiness Sat On The Throne. Often, Mud Sits On The Throne — And Often The Throne Also On Mud. Mad They All Appear To Me, Clambering Monkeys And Overardent. Foul Smells Their Idol, The Cold Monster: Foul, They Smell To Me Altogether, These Idolators.

That Which An Age Considers Evil Is Usually An Unseasonable Echo Of What Was Formerly Considered Good - The Atavism Of An Old Ideal.

When I Contemplated Purpose I Also Contemplated Chance And Foolishness.

It Is Not In How One Soul Approaches Another But In How It Withdraws That I Knowr Its Affinity And Solidarity With The Other.