One Must Die To Life In Order

The Observations And Encounters Of A Solitary, Taciturn Man Are Vaguer And At The Same Times More Intense Than Those Of A Sociable Man; His Thoughts Are Deeper, Odder And Never Without A Touch Of Sadness. Images And Perceptions That Could Be Dismissed With A Glance, A Laugh, An Exchange Of Opinions, Occupy Him Unduly, Become More Intense In The Silence, Become Significant, Become An Experience, An Adventure, An Emotion. Solitude Produces Originality, Bold And Astonishing Beauty, Poetry. But Solitude Also Produces Perverseness, The Disproportionate, The Absurd And The Forbidden.

Is Not Life In Itself A Thing Of Goodness, Irrespective Of Whether The Course It Takes For Us Can Be Called A 'happy' One?

If You Are Possessed By An Idea, You Find It Expressed Everywhere, You Even Smell It.

I Tell Them That If They Will Occupy Themselves With The Study Of Mathematics They Will Find In It The Best Remedy Against The Lusts Of The Flesh.

Art Is The Funnel, As It Were, Through Which Spirit Is Poured Into Life.