A Life Without Music Is An Error.

There Exists Above The "productive" Man A Yet Higher Species.

Not Contentment, But More Power; Not Peace At Any Price, But War; Not Virtue, But Efficiency (virtue In The Renaissance Sense, Virtu , Virtue Free Of Moral Acid).

A Thought Comes When It Will, Not When I Will.

Parasitism Is The Only Practice Of The Church; With Its Ideal Of Anaemia, Its Holiness, Draining All Blood, All Love, All Hope For Life; The Beyond As The Will To Negate Every Reality; The Cross As The Mark Of Recognition For The Most Subterranean Conspiracy That Ever Existed-against Health, Beauty, Whatever Has Turned Out Well, Courage, Spirit, Graciousness Of The Soul, Against Life Itself.

Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.