And Can A Man His Own Quietus

The Flood Subsides, And The Body, Like A Worn Sea-shell Emerges Strange And Lovely.

We Are So Conceited And So Unproud.

I Shall Be Glad When You Have Strangled The Invincible Respectability That Dogs Your Steps.

The Goal Is To Know How Not-to-know.

Morality Which Is Based On Ideas, Or On An Ideal, Is An Unmitigated Evil.