Any Order Is A Balancing Act Of

Things Are Only Mannequins And Even The Great World-historical Events Are Only Costumes Beneath Which They Exchange Glances With Nothingness.

No Poem Is Intended For The Reader, No Picture For The Beholder, No Symphony For The Listener.

All Disgust Is Originally Disgust At Touching.

You Follow The Same Paths Of Thought As Before. Only, They Appear Strewn With Roses.

Of All The Ways Of Acquiring Books, Writing Them Oneself Is Regarded As The Most Praiseworthy Method.