Death Is Close Enough At Hand So

The States In Which We Infuse A Transfiguration And A Fullness Into Things And Poetize About Them Until They Reflect Back Our Fullness And Joy In Life... Three Elements Principally: Sexuality, Intoxication And Cruelty All Belonging To The Oldest Festal Joys.

In Everything One Thing Is Impossible: Rationality.

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.

The Refinement Of Morality Increases Together With The Refinement Of Fear. Today The Fear Of Disagreeable Feelings In Other People Is Almost The Strongest Of Our Own Disagreeable Feelings.

He Who Has Attained Intellectual Emancipation To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth And Not Even As A Traveller Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing.