Having To Talk Destroys The Symphony Of

Truth! Truth! Truth! Crieth The Lord Of The Abyss Of Hallucinations

I Admit That My Visions Can Never Mean To Other Men As Much As They Do To Me. I Do Not Regret This. All I Ask Is That My Results Should Convince Seekers After Truth That There Is Beyond Doubt Something Worth While Seeking, Attainable By Methods More Or Less Like Mine. I Do Not Want To Father A Flock, To Be The Fetish Of Fools And Fanatics, Or The Founder Of A Faith Whose Followers Are Content To Echo My Opinions. I Want Each Man To Cut His Own Way Through The Jungle.

What Is Necessary Is Not To Seek After Some Fantastic Ideal, Utterly Unsuited To Our Real Needs, But To Discover The True Nature Of Those Needs, To Fulfill Them, And Rejoice Therein.

Intolerance Is Evidence Of Impotence.

It Is Necessary, In This World, To Be Made Of Harder Stuff Than One's Environment.