I Like To Make Use Of What

The Fact That There Is Nothing But A Spiritual World Deprives Us Of Hope And Gives Us Certainty.

Leop­ards Break In­to The Tem­ple And Drink All The Sac­ri­fi­cial Ves­sels Dry; It Keeps Hap­pen­ing; In The End, It Can Be Cal­cu­lat­ed In Ad­vance And Is In­cor­po­rat­ed In­to The Rit­ual.

All I Am Is Literature, And I Am Not Able Or Willing To Be Anything Else.

Some Deny The Existence Of Misery By Pointing To The Sun; He Denies The Existence Of The Sun By Pointing To Misery.

Towards The Avoidance Of A Piece Of Verbal Confusion: What Is Intended To Be Actively Destroyed Must First Of All Have Been Firmly Grasped; What Crumbles Away Crumbles Away, But Cannot Be Destroyed.