Love! Hate! Is There No Third?

Gratitude Is A Fickle Thing, Indeed. A Person Taking Aim Presses The Weapon To His Chest And Cheek, But When He Hits, He Discardsit With Indifference.

Piety Is The Fermentation Of The Forming Mind And The Putrefaction Of The Disintegrating One.

This Searching And Doubting And Vacillating Where Nothing Is Clear But The Arrogance Of Quest. I, Too, Had Such Noble Ideas When I Was Still A Boy.

Metaphysics Must Be Based On What Exists, For It Has The Task Of Explicating It.

Never Expect Any Recognition Here--the System Prohibits It. The Cross Is Not Affixed To The Genius, No, The Genius Is Affixed To The Cross.