One Has The Idea Of A Stupid

The Observations And Encounters Of A Devotee Of Solitude And Silence Are At Once Less Distinct And More Penetrating Than Those Of The Sociable Man; His Thoughts Are Weightier, Stranger, And Never Without A Tinge Of Sadness. Images And Perceptions Which Might Otherwise Be Easily Dispelled By A Glance, A Laugh, An Exchange Of Comments, Concern Him Unduly, They Sink Into Mute Depths, Take On Significance, Become Experiences, Adventures, Emotions.

Order And Simplification Are The First Steps Toward The Mastery Of A Subject.

People's Behavior Makes Sense If You Think About It In Terms Of Their Goals, Needs, And Motives.

All Interest In Disease And Death Is Only Another Expression Of Interest In Life.

Tolerance Becomes A Crime When Applied To Evil.