When Death Brings At Last The Desired

For Art To Exist, For Any Sort Of Aesthetic Activity To Exist, A Certain Physiological Precondition Is Indispensable: Intoxication.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Associated With The Memory Of Something Tremendous — A Crisis Without Equal On Earth, The Most Profound Collision Of Conscience, A Decision That Was Conjured Up Against Everything That Had Been Believed, Demanded, Hallowed So Far. I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

As Soon As We Climb Higher Than Those Who Had At One Time Admired Us, We Appear To Them As Though We Have Sunken And Fallen Down:for, In Any Event, They Had At One Time Supposed That They Were With Us (even If It Were Through Us) On The Heights.

Once And For All, There Are Many Things I Choose Not To Know.--wisdom Sets Limits Even To Knowledge.

All Modern Philosophizing Is Political, Policed By Governments, Churches, Academics, Custom, Fashion, And Human Cowardice, All Off Which Limit It To A Fake Learnedness.