I Can Be Thrown By The Wayside,

The Golden Fleece Of Self-sufficiency Guards Against Cudgel- Blows But Not Against Pin-pricks.

Reality Is Captured In The Categorical Nets Of Language Only At The Expense Of Fatal Distortion.

Belief In Form, But Disbelief In Content - That's What Makes An Aphorism Charming.

Lust And Self-mutilation Are Closely Related Impulses. There Are Also Self-mutilators Among Knowers: They Do Not Want To Be Creators Under Any Circumstances.

Even The Pluckiest Among Us Has But Seldom The Courage Of What He Really Knows.