A Book Is Made Better By Good

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.

The Bite Of Conscience, Like The Bite Of A Dog Into A Stone, Is A Stupidity.

With Sturdy Shoulders, Space Stands Opposing All Its Weight To Nothingness. Where Space Is, There Is Being.

This Is What Is Hardest: To Close The Open Hand Because One Loves.

Christianity Was From The Beginning, Essentially And Fundamentally, Life's Nausea And Disgust With Life, Merely Concealed Behind, Masked By, Dressed Up As, Faith In "another" Or "better" Life.