Shared Joys Make A Friend, Not Shared

All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

When Death Brings At Last The Desired Forgetfulness, It Abolishes Life And Being Together, And Sets The Seal On The Knowledge That "being" Is Merely A Continual "has Been," A Thing That Lives By Denying And Destroying And Contradicting Itself.

The World Is A Work Of Art That Gives Birth To Itself.

There Is A Stupid Humility That Is Quite Common And When A Person Is Afflicted With It, He Is Once And For All Disqualified For Being A Disciple Of Knowledge.

A Soul Which Knows That It Is Loved, But Does Not Itself Love, Betrays Its Sediment: Its Dregs Come Up.