We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

Hope, In Its Stronger Forms, Is A Great Deal More Powerful Stimulans To Life Than Any Sort Of Realized Joy Can Ever Be. Man Must Be Sustained In Suffering By A Hope So High That No Conflict With Actuality Can Dash It - So High, Indeed, That No Fulfilment Can Satisfy It: A Hope Reaching Out Beyond This World.

Sleeping Is No Mean Art: For Its Sake One Must Stay Awake All Day.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.

Everything Good Is The Transmutation Of Something Evil: Every God Has A Devil For A Father.

That Which Does Not Destroy, Strengthens.