One Sits Down First; One Thinks Afterwards.

It Seems To Me That Invisibility Is The Required Provision Of Elegance. Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

The Speed Of A Runaway Horse Counts For Nothing.

Without Opium, Plans, Marriages And Journeys Appear To Me Just As Foolish As If Someone Falling Out Of A Window Were To Hope To Make Friends With The Occupants Of The Room Before Which He Passes.

Keep Braiding One's Wavelengths Back Into Oneself. That Way They Gain All The More External Power And Surround Us With A Huge Affective And Protective Zone. Don't Talk About This. Never Talk About Our Secret Methods. If We Talk About Them, They Stop Working.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.