Art Is The Proper Task Of Life.

In Solitude There Grows What Anyone Brings Into It, The Inner Beast Too. Therefore Solitude Is Inadvisable To Many.

It Seems To Me That To Take A Book Of Mine Into His Hands Is One Of The Rarest Distinctions That Anyone Can Confer Upon Himself. I Even Assume That He Removes His Shoes When He Does So-not To Speak Of Boots.

There Is No Better Soporific And Sedative Than Skepticism.

Untroubled, Scornful, Outrageous - That Is How Wisdom Wants Us To Be: She Is A Woman And Never Loves Anyone But A Warrior.

Life Is An Instinct For Growth, For Survival, For The Accumulation Of Forces, For Power.