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A Reader Is Doubly Guilty Of Bad Manners Against An Author When He Praises His Second Book At The Expense Of His First (or Vice Versa) And Then Expects The Author To Be Grateful For What He Has Done.

Whatever A Theologian Regards As True Must Be False: There You Have Almost A Criterion Of Truth.

Words Are But Symbols For The Relations Of Things To One Another And To Us; Nowhere Do They Touch Upon Absolute Truth... Through Words And Concepts We Shall Never Reach Beyond The Wall Off Relations, To Some Sort Of Fabulous Primal Ground Of Things.

The Charm Of The Platonic Mode Of Thought ... Consisted Precisely In The Resistance To The Obvious Evidence Of The Senses.

Objection, Evasion, Joyous Distrust, And Love Of Irony Are Signs Of Health; Everything Absolute Belongs To Pathology.