The Visionary Lies To Himself, The Liar

Quidquid Luce Fuit Tenebris Agit: But Also The Other Way Around. What We Experience In Dreams, So Long As We Experience It Frequently, Is In The End Just As Much A Part Of The Total Economy Of Our Soul As Anything We "really" Experience: Because Of It We Are Richer Or Poorer, Are Sensitive To One Need More Or Less, And Are Eventually Guided A Little By Our Dream-habits In Broad Daylight And Even In The Most Cheerful Moments Occupying Our Waking Spirit.

The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.

My Idea Of Paradise Is A Straight Line To Goal

To Escape Boredom, Man Works Either Beyond What His Usual Needs Require, Or Else He Invents Play, That Is, Work That Is Designed To Quiet No Need Other Than That For Working In General.

I Will Make An Attempt To Attain Freedom, The Youthful Soul Says To Itself; And Is It To Be Hindered In This By The Fact That Two Nations Happen To Hate And Fight One Another, Or That Two Continents Are Separated By An Ocean, Or That All Around It A Religion Is Taught With Did Not Yet Exist A Couple Of Thousand Years Ago. All That Is Not You, It Says To Itself.