Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They

One Who Is Always Deeply Involved In What He Is Doing Is Above All Embarrassment.

Life Is That Which Must Overcome Itself Again And Again

This Sign I Give You: Every People Speaks Its Tongue Of Good And Evil, Which The Neighbor Does Not Understand. It Has Invented Its Own Language Of Customs And Rights.

At Present I Am Light, Now I Fly, Now I See Myself Below Me, Now A God Dances Through Me.

Every Virtue Inclines To Stupidity, Every Stupidity To Virtue; "stupid To The Point Of Sanctity," They Say In Russia, - Let Us Be Careful Lest Out Of Pure Honesty We Eventually Become Saints And Bores!