Respectability Offends My Taste.

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

One Must Shed The Bad Taste Of Wanting To Agree With Many. "good" Is No Longer Good When One's Neighbor Mouths It. And How Should There Be A "common Good"! The Term Contradicts Itself: Whatever Can Be Common Always Has Little Value. In The End It Must Be As It Is And Always Has Been: Great Things Remain For The Great, Abysses For The Profound, Nuances And Shudders For The Refined, And, In Brief, All That Is Rare For The Rare.

Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At All Tragedies

Sleep Is No Mean Art.

A Sedentary Life Is The Real Sin Against The Holy Spirit. Only Those Thoughts That Come By Walking Have Any Value.