Loneliness Is One Thing, Solitude Another.

When One Is Young, One Venerates And Despises Without That Art Of Nuances Which Constitutes The Best Gain Of Life.

The God On The Cross Is A Curse On Life, A Signpost To Seek Redemption From Life; Dionysus Cut To Pieces Is A Promise Of Life: It Will Be Eternally Reborn And Return Again From Destruction

With Deep Men, As With Deep Wells, It Takes A Long Time For Anything That Falls Into Them To Hit Bottom. Onlookers, Who Almost Never Wait Long Enough, Readily Suppose That Such Men Are Callous And Unresponsive--or Even Boring.

Three Metamorphoses Of The Spirit I Relate To You: How The Spirit Becomes A Camel; And The Camel, A Lion; And The Lion, Finally, A Child.

A Man Who Has Depths In His Shame Meets His Destiny And His Delicate Decisions Upon Paths Which Few Ever Reach . . .