A Mystic Is A Man Who Treats

I Know Not If This Earth On Which I Stand Is The Core Of The Universe Or If It Is But A Speck Of Dust Lost In Eternity. I Know Not And I Care Not. For I Know What Happiness Is Possible To Me On Earth. And My Happiness Needs No Higher Aim To Vindicate It. My Happiness Is Not The Means To Any End. It Is The End. It Is Its Own Goal. It Is Its Own Purpose.

I Dont Work With Collectives. I Don't Consult, I Don't Co-operate, I Don't Collaborate.

I Think It's A Sin To Sit Down And Let Your Life Go Without Making A Try For It.

Force And Mind Are Opposites; Morality Ends Where A Gun Begins.

She Fell Asleep, Lying There, Her Hand Clasping His. Her Last Awareness, Before She Surrendered The Responsibility Of Consciousness, Was The Sense Of An Enormous Void, The Void Of A City And Of A Continent, Where She Would Never Be Able To Find The Man Whom She Had No Right To Seek.