You, Stupid One, Who Believe In Laws

Living For Oneself Is A Bad Thing. The Keenest Intellectual Pleasure Comes From Being Able To Return To The Self After Being Absent From It For A Spell. But Living All The Time Inside The Self, That Most Tyrannical, Demanding And Capricious Of Companions - No, One Shouldn't Do It.

The Publication Of A Book Only Brings Very Paltry Results To Its Author.

Honesty Dies In Selling Itself.

O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And Thy Antidote.

Simplicity Is The Most Difficult Thing To Secure In This World; It Is The Last Limit Of Experience And The Last Effort Of Genius.