All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

All That Philosophers Have Handled For Millennia Has Been Conceptual Mummies; Nothing Actual Has Ever Escaped From Their Hands Alive.

This Crown To Crown The Laughing Man, This Rose-wreath Crown: I Myself Have Set This Crown Upon My Head, I Myself Have Pronounced My Laughter Holy.

There Are Ages In Which The Rational Man And The Intuitive Man Stand Side By Side, The One In Fear Of Intuition, The Other With Scorn For Abstraction. The Latter Is Just As Irrational As The Former Is Inartistic.

History Teaches That A Race Of People Is Best Preserved Where The Greater Number Hold One Common Spirit In Consequence Of The Similarity Of Their Accustomed And Indisputable Principles.

I Climb Upon The Highest Mountains, Laughing At All Tragedies - Whether Real Or Imaginary.