Whoever Writes In Blood And Aphorisms Wants

But It Is The Same With Man As With The Tree. The More He Seeketh To Rise Into The Height And Light, The More Vigorously Do His Roots Struggle Earthward, Downward, Into The Dark And Deep — Into The Evil.

Truth As Circe. - Error Has Transformed Animals Into Men; Is Truth Perhaps Capable Of Changing Man Back Into An Animal?

Those With Very Loud Voices In Their Throats Are Nearly Incapable Of Thinking Subtle Thoughts.

I Need Solitude, Which Is To Say, Recovery, Return To My Self, The Breath Of A Free, Light, Playful Air.

Nothing Has Been Purchased More Dearly Than The Little Bit Of Reason And Sense Of Freedom Which Now Constitutes Our Pride.