The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is

Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

One Should, When Overwhelmed By The Shadow Of A Giant, Move Aside And See If The Colossal Shadow Isn't Merely That Of A Pygmy Blocking Out The Sun.

The Ideal Of Morality Has No More Dangerous Rival Than The Ideal Of Highest Strength, Of Most Powerful Life. It Is The Maximum Of The Savage.

We Are Near Awakening When We Dream That We Dream.