During My Medical Education At The University

The Angels Are A Strange Genus: They Are Precisely What They Are And Cannot Be Anything Else. They Are In Themselves Soulless Beings Who Represent Nothing But The Thoughts And Intuitions Of Their Lord.

A Man Who Has Not Passed Through The Inferno Of His Passions Has Never Overcome Them.

Sentimentality Is A Superstructure Covering Brutality.

Without This Playing With Fantasy No Creative Work Has Ever Yet Come To Birth. The Debt We Owe To The Play Of The Imagination Is Incalculable.

One Cannot Free Oneself By Bowing To The Yoke, But By Breaking It.