Our Body Is Simply A Social Structure

The Love Of Indulgence Is Rooted In The Depths Of A Man's Heart. His Soul Would Prefer To Share The Excessive And Unrestrained; But His Soul Cannot Love.

People To Whom Their Daily Life Appears Too Empty And Monotonous Easily Grow Religious; This Is Comprehensible And Excusable, Only They Have No Right To Demand Religious Sentiments From Those Whose Daily Life Is Not Empty And Monotonous.

Whether In Conversation We Generally Agree Or Disagree With Others Is Largely A Matter Of Habit: The One Tendency Makes As Much Sense As The Other.

Before The Effect One Believes In Different Causes Than One Does After The Effect.

Has Anyone...any Distinct Notion Of What Poets Of A Stronger Age Understood By The Word Inspiration? ... There Is An Ecstasy Such That The Immese Strain Of It Is Sometimes Relaxed By A Flood Of Tears, Along With Which One's Steps Either Rush Or Involuntarily Lag, Alternately. There Is The Feeling That One Is Completely Out Of Hand, With The Very Distinct Consciousness Of An Endless Number Of Fine Thrills And Quiverings To The Very Toes... Everything Happens Quite Involuntarily, As If In A Tempestuous Outburst Of Freedom, Of Absoluteness, Of Power And Divinity.