Our Salvation Lies Not In Knowing, But

Every Word Instantly Becomes A Concept Precisely Insofar As It Is Not Supposed To Serve As A Reminder Of The Unique And Entirely Individual Original Experience To Which It Owes Its Origin; But Rather, A Word Becomes A Concept Insofar As It Simultaneously Has To Fit Countless More Or Less Similar Cases -- Which Means, Purely And Simply, Cases Which Are Never Equal And Thus Altogether Unequal.

I Might Believe In The Redeemer If His Followers Looked More Redeemed.

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

A Refined Soul Is Distressed To Know That Someone Owes It Thanks; A Crude Soul, To Know That It Owes Someone Thanks.

Madness Is The Result Not Of Uncertainty But Certainty.