One Spares Old People Just As One

Quite Often, As Life Goes On, When We Feel Completely Secure As We Go On Our Way, We Suddenly Notice That We Are Trapped In Error, That We Have Allowed Ourselves To Be Taken In By Individuals, By Objects, Have Dreamt Up An Affinity With Them Which Immediately Vanishes Before Our Waking Eye; And Yet We Cannot Tear Ourselves Away, Held Fast By Some Power That Seems Incomprehensible To Us. Sometimes, However, We Become Fully Aware And Realize That Error As Well As Truth Can Move And Spur Us On To Action.

I Curse All Negative Purism That Tells Me Not To Use A Word From Another Language That Either Expresses Something That My Own Language Cannot Or Does That In A More Delicate Manner.

All That Is Alive Tends Toward Color, Individuality, Specificity, Effectiveness And Opacity. All That Is Done With Life Inclines Toward Knowledge, Abstraction, Generality Transfiguration And Transparency.

I Nothing Had, And Yet Enough For Youth--joy In Illusion, Ardent Thirst For Truth. Give Unrestrained, The Old Emotion, The Bliss That Touched The Verge Of Pain, The Strength Of Hate, Love's Deep Devotion,--o, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

Mysteries Are Not Necessarily Miracles.