The Curiosity Of Knowing Things Has Been

The World Always Looks Straights Ahead; As For Me, I Turn My Gaze Inward, I Fix It There And Keep It Busy. Everyone Looks In Front Of Him: As For Me, I Look Inside Me: I Have No Business But With Myself; I Continually Observe Myself, I Take Stock Of Myself, I Taste Myself. Others...they Always Go Forward; As For Me, I Roll About In Myself.

Oh These Foolish Men! They Could Not Create So Much As A Worm, But They Create Gods By The Dozens.

For Truth Itself Does Not Have The Privilege To Be Employed At Any Time And In Every Way; Its Use, Noble As It Is, Has Its Circumscriptions And Limits.

Every One Rushes Elsewhere And Into The Future, Because No One Wants To Face One's Own Inner Self.

Of All Our Infirmities, The Most Savage Is To Despise Our Being.