Man, A Hybrid Of Plant And Ghost.

New Ways I Go, A New Speech Comes To Me; Weary I Grow, Like All Creators, Of The Old Tongues. My Spirit No Longer Wants To Walk On Worn Soles.

He Who Has A Why To Live Can Bear Almost Any How.

For Nothing Is More Democratic Than Logic; It Is No Respecter Of Persons And Makes No Distinction Between Crooked And Straight Noses.

The Desire For A Strong Faith Is Not The Proof Of A Strong Faith, Rather The Opposite. If One Has It One May Permit Oneself The Beautiful Luxury Of Skepticism: One Is Secure Enough, Fixed Enough For It.

He Who Strays From The Customary Becomes A Sacrifice To The Extraordinary; He Who Keeps To The Customary Becomes Its Slave. He Iscondemned To Perish In Either Case.