Those Who Create Are Hard Of Heart.

Those That Achieve Anything That Looks Beyond The Vision And Thinking Of Their Peers Provoke Jealousy And Hatred Disguised As The Ordinary.

The Rising And Falling Of The Scales Of Pride And Humility Sustain The Brooding Mind As Well As The Alternations Of Desire And Peace Of The Soul.

I Am One Thing, My Writings Are Another.

Nothing Is More Pathological In Our Pathological Modernity Than This Disease Of Christian Pity.

The Value Of Many Men And Books Rests Solely On Their Faculty For Compelling All To Seek Out The Most Hidden And Intimate Things.