Even Truthfulness Is But One Means To

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

Every Living Body Continuously Eliminates Feces, It Rejects What Is Not Serviceable To The Assimilating Organism: What Man Despises, What Arouses His Disgust, What He Calls Evil, Are Excrements.

Sleep Is No Mean Art.

Those With Certain Temperaments Find No Way To Endure Themselves Except By Striving Towards Going Under.

The Charm Of The Platonic Mode Of Thought ... Consisted Precisely In The Resistance To The Obvious Evidence Of The Senses.