In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man

Fanatics Are Picturesque, Mankind Would Rather See Gestures Than Listen To Reasons.

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.

Man Is Very Well Defended Against Himself... The Actual Fortress Is Inaccessible, Even Invisible To Him, Unless His Friends And Enemies Play The Traitor And Conduct Him In By A Secret Path.

No, Life Has Not Disappointed Me. On The Contrary, I Find It Truer, More Desirable And Mysterious Every Year -- Ever Since The Day When The Great Liberator Came To Me: The Idea That Life Could Be An Experiment Of The Seeker For Knowledge -- And Not A Duty, Not A Calamity, Not Trickery.